As I entered the Jardin and headed to the seed pod tree I saw a lot of small birds flitting around what turns out to be a whole row of the seed pod trees.
In my previous encounter with the seed pods I had been under one tree and had assumed that there was only one tree.
But that turned out to be wrong.
There are a lot of them.
And the little birds whose name I don’t know were having at the seed pods.
They are of a sort that I have been trying to get a decent picture for as long for as I have been pursuing the grail of the parrot.
My camera, of course, was in its case.
By the time I got it out and had it ready none of the little creatures were in evidence.
The had all flitted elsewhere.
So I stood there under the entry tree to the copse, looking stupid.
I’m really good at that standing looking stupid - and my fellow Parisians acknowledged my skill by ignoring me as they passed.
After not too long one of the little white, black and yellow birds flitted back and I got a few shots.
One of them was pretty good.
While I was taking the batch of which this image was one my sentinel self noticed something.
There was a crunching sound a few trees down the path.
And when I awoke from my little yellow/black/white bird image taking I looked in the direction of the crunching.