A fat budgie? More like a puzzled canary wondering who left that egg there.
We have yellowhammers here, they're the ones who sit in a bush and chirp "little bit of bread and nooooooooo cheese" as you walk by. John Clare, the Northamptonshire poet, wrote about the yellowhammer here
. For the sake of Americans reading the poem I should point out that the 'cowboy' was not a man with lariat and Winchester rifle riding a quarterhorse - just a boy who looked after the cows.
I took this pic at around 2 a.m. and thought I'd get a better shot around three when the eclipse would be full, and red, and dramatic... when I woke up at four, the eclipse looked like this but flipped the other way round; I'd slept right through the lovely bit in the middle!