There is great fun and games in the garden.
I put out a plate of bits of bread soaked in fat on the bird table.
I hung a cage full of birdseed off a tree.
The big ones are fighting like the clappers for the bread. The rooks are winning that one.
The littl’uns are tearing each others feathers out over the seeds. The finches have that market cornered.
Bertie the Heron has called a couple of times too. Each time I have launched Penny. She’s like an Exocet on steroids after that fucking heron.
She nearly caught him too.
Nature red in tooth and claw.