Flycatcher

Much of the time I see the flycatcher sitting on his watchpost,
(a dead branch of my neighbours fir tree.)
He spends there many hours to keep an eye on the birdhouse, while she is breeding.
Meanwhile he is cathing a fly so now and then.
Today a strong breeze, that makes his feathers blow away.
And if you look closely,(middlephoto)
again, he hides one of his legs in his feathers.