One of the items in our garden is a terracotta urn made by someone Susan knew back in her Queensland days. It has been seen on the blog in various photos over the past couple of years.
Last week we were having dinner on the apéro terrasse (as you do) when I said to Susan "I am sure I just saw a sparrow fly into the urn". I wasn't sure: it seemed like such an improbable idea.
It wasn't a sparrow, it was a great tit, and it's a pair with a nest in which the chicks have already hatched. Some careful staking out of the back garden produced this evidence:
the female returning to the nest with a caterpillar
wasn't its destination)