I have just watched a young song thrush having a longgggg shower. I suspect this is the first time this young bird has experienced rain, because we have had a drought and hosepipe ban for almost two months. But now we are experiencing Kiwi rain at its finest, coming down in duvets.
I have watched him for almost half an hour on the high fence, fluffing his feathers, puffing out his chest and preening every millimetre of his rather splendid plumage. Between each session, he has flown into the adjacent tree (as if to check himself in a mirror), then hopped out again onto the fence for a fresh round of titivating. What a hoot.
Mercifully, Otto and Cookie are snoozing after coming in wet and being towelled dry by my better half. Oh to be a cat.
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