L.B: Song Thrush
L.B: Call 911.... my beaks stchuck
L.B: Blue Tit. Not Chicken
L.B: Starling wondering if Hannibal will escape...
L.B: Blue Tit nibbling on my nuts
L.B: Here's a photo of a Robin, just to be different
L.B: You lookin' at me? Well... I don't see no other birds around, so you must be lookin' at me. yeah?
L.B: Cat dinner....
L.B: You guess... go on... guess
L.B: Zorro.... the Blue Tit
L.B: Robi.... oh hang on! STARLING!
L.B: Does my red breast look big in this?
L.B: Steve again... I mean Robin
L.B: Chocolate? I'm on a diet FFS!
L.B: Robin... soon to be very fat
L.B: Proud looking Robin. All these photo's have gone to his tiny little head.
L.B: The kitchen window "hide"
L.B: Robin. Contemplating cost of car insurance
L.B: Blue Tit sporting a quiff
L.B: A Pair of Tits (Blue). Insert joke here.
L.B: Blue Tit
L.B: Robin. Ironically his name is Steve
L.B: Guess... go on....
L.B: Two Robins...
L.B: Crusty bread with seeds in.... oh, and a Robin
L.B: Another Robin
L.B: Robin
L.B: Blue Tit
L.B: Blue Tit & Robin
L.B: Woodpigeon