A half-tame juvenile blackbird, which keeps popping round. It seems a bit clueless, perhaps thrown out by its parents before quite ready, or maybe 'special needs', as Mrs B suggested. We're torn between making sure it's well fed & fear of it becoming dependent on us.
Mrs B had a close encounter with a kite in the back garden yesterday, while reading An Artist of the Floating World (her, not the kite). A shadow passed over, & she looked up to catch the eye of a very low-flying kite having a good look at her. It then glided away, presumably pissed off because she wasn't dead.