Way up to the sky, but I can't.
I'm thinking of calling him Orville. Do you remember that duck, and that song ? Yes, it's been another traumatic day with the blue tit chicks today.
I went out into the garden this morning, hoping that the youngsters had moved to safety, when one of them tumbled onto the lawn. I found another one in the apple tree, and Orville was still on the ground. At least he'd managed to travel the full length of the patio. The other siblings had made it to relative safety, they were tweeting in the shrubs. Not on their mobile phones, come on, they're not old enough for that just yet.
Full credit to the parents, who continued to feed Orville throughout the day, and he was getting quite vocal too. They could easily have abandoned him, but they didn't.
In previous years, when the blue tits left the nestbox, they flew into the hawthorns at the bottom of the garden, and went into hiding for a couple of weeks. Re-emerging as 'teenagers' demonstrating their acrobatic skills. But not this year, oh no, the entire family are still very close to the house.
As a result I couldn't sit out in the garden or do any gardening, apart from watering the plants in the greenhouse; they were very thirsty. Oh well, there's always tomorrow.