It's okay, I'm not going all political.
It's only a Flowering Currant.
This is Ribes sanguineum, a deciduous shrub, native to North America. It was discovered by botanist David Douglas in 1825. Unfortunately, he met a grisly end on one of his expeditions, but as this is not Horrible Histories, I will not give the gory details here.
My particular plants were not planted by me, Nature planted them. Have you noticed she seems to do more planting than I do ? Well she's so good at it, that I let her get on with it. This one is not a particularly brilliant colour, but the bees love it, so it keeps its place in the garden.
I have four birdbaths scattered around the garden. This is not one of them. Perhaps I should have put a 'No Bathing' notice up. Still, this rather pregnant Blackbird seems to be quite happy.
The blue tits don't appear to have ordered the removal van just yet. Unless they moved in while I was not looking, a sort of moonlight flit in reverse. They still keep popping into the box though, so they've not abandoned it.
And finally, a peony-flowered Tulip, blooming in March. I've never had tulips in March before.