King of the Garden

I came through to the kitchen to make the early morning tea but was diverted by the sight of a bird, sitting on a post not ten foot outside the window, staring intently across the garden. It was absolutely motionless except, every minute or so, it slowly swivelled its head to concentrate on a different view.

I liked its lack of hurry, its supreme confidence that it dominated this garden, that it ruled this realm and that all the other birds rightly cowered before its imperial gaze.

It knew I was watching - it must have done for, by the time it finally decided, in a very leisurely way, that it ought to be moving on, it almost had the camera lens in its right ear.

Thank you, sparrowhawk, for giving my day a wonderful start.