I was eating my breakfast this morning when I heard someone knocking on the patio door. Who is it? I thought, and Why don't they come to the back door like everyone else?
I went to look, and there was a family of partridges obviously anxious to get in out of the rain. By the time I had fetched my camera they had either got tired of waiting, or something (myself or Albert- the cat - who had been very interested in these visitors) had scared them off. Here is the last of them on the point of departure.
Partridge

TUESDAY
I have realised that it is one partridge (the adult male?) who is attempting to fight with his reflection rather than a Partridge Family desire to get in.