but I have been evicted from my own workspace by a crew of repellent little invaders.
While dabbling about with sieves and brushes I noticed a robin sitting in the gap at the top of the garage door with a beakfull of something; a few minutes later I saw it again, with what looked like the same something. The penny dropped, I started hunting round and found the nest on a neglected shelf in the top corner of the garage above the basin and tap.
One should let the parent(s) try to rear these revolting little objects, I suppose, and I’d already been in the garage for an hour, so I’ve come out to let them get a feed.
It’s going to be a right nuisance if she rears them and they start taking practice flights round my shelves of ware, doing what all small creatures do best.