This morning as I went out to collect the paper I almost trod of this little fellow.
He didn't seem at all afraid. I quietly asked him if he was ok, and where was his mummy. To which he just gave a little chirp. But not a nervous one.
I quietly went inside for the camera, hoping he would still be there. And there he was, he had hoped onto the little wall. I quietly talked to him and managed to get two photos.
I looked for him mummy or daddy, but they were no where to be seem.
When the Scot was up I took him to see the little fellow. But about an hour later he had gone, I do hope he found his mummy.