Suspicious Bird

I have met a few suspicious birds in my time, for some reason few appear willing to trust my intentions.  The big Crows that live in the park trees are always moving off when passers-by approach, while the Goldfinches and Blue Tits rush off at high speed, especially when they catch me at the window spoiling their feed from the remaining nuts hanging there.  The Blackbird sitting here was watchful as I approached, no nearer than ten feet, but the wee camera did OK here.  You will of course know that Blackbirds are the first to break the quiet in the early morn.  Blackbirds, then Robins, then Thrushes I believe open up the dawn chorus because their eyes are larger and more susceptible to the first light, or so I hear.  It sounds true because when I was a postman I left here at four thirty in the morning, long before you lot left the dream factory, and as I turned the corner a blackbird would sing out at the far end of the street, then another at this end and before I had gone fifty yards they were all at it.  A right cacophony of birdsong, and delightful it was too!  Whether the intention was to waken the dead or just remind their neighbours that this was their patch is unclear, while the amount of noise from one small bird is amazing.