This morning, while watering some thirsty plants I was accompanied for about five minutes by a very confiding Goldcrest (Britain’s smallest bird). At one point it was no more than 12 inches from my hand and it seemed entirely unperturbed by my presence. Needless to say, the moment I went to get my camera it flitted off elsewhere. I could hear it and its mate calling one another nearby but after 10 minutes or so I decided that wandering round the garden trying to track down a tiny bird was not the best use of my time, so you will just have to take my word for it.
