At the moment the world wide web is flowing into the house faultlessly but we've still got our eyes (and ears) on the telegraph pole.
Chirpy the Blackbird has claimed it as his singing post.
He's there every morning when I wake at 6.30am, and he sings for us at the children's bedtime.
He pauses even more when he knows he's being filmed by Son. Wildlife filming is harder than it looks you know.