Or how the best laid plans don't always work.
With the gorgeous weather we've had today, I decided to sit out on the lawn with my dog, Joey. I positioned my chair so that I could watch the blue tits, but was far enough away from the nestbox so as not to disturb them. I soon noticed that something wasn't right again. They were going to the box but not feeding anything, just like last Sunday. On that occasion, I found a small dead baby blue tit under the nestbox that night.
I presumed that all the chicks would be of the same size, and not ready to leave the nest yet. Wrong. As we were sat there on the lawn, a fully fledged young blue tit tumbled out of the flower border and landed on the lawn. I grabbed hold of Joey and took him indoors. Then I decided to observe a while from the kitchen window. It soon became clear that the youngsters were all over the place at ground level. Think they had left the nest a little bit too soon, probably because of the warm sunshine blazing onto the nestbox.
And when I did venture outside again, I found the little chap above, had fallen into a large trug. He was much smaller than his siblings, and unable to get out of the trug. So I laid the trug on its side, and he scrambled out into the undergrowth. Unfortunately, his parents couldn't find him. They kept flying to the trug and then to the nestbox.
So I went back outside, and found him huddled in the plants where I'd left him. As his parents had been looking for him in the nestbox, I reluctantly decided to return him there. Normally young birds are best left for the parents to find them, but this one wasn't safe where he was. His parents found him in the box, but he came out again later, and I decided to leave him this time.
I'm now unable to water my greenhouse plants or mow the lawn, as the blue tits are still feeding their young on the ground. Hopefully, by tomorrow, the youngsters will have scrambled up into the shrubs, and relative safety.