That little hissing sound drew my attention away from my book to our garden. At first I couldn't see it, until, there, tucked behind a tree branch, I spied one of our chicks.
The chick stood confidently on the wall, looking up at our balcony and doing its delightful 'begging' for food - hissing and bopping its head.
It's virtually impossible to say with any certainty which chick it was, but I have a feeling who it may have been.
Lovely to see a chick on its own, and hunting now in our gardens.