The birds are back in the garden stuffing themselves silly in preparation for the cold weather ahead.
Some are regular feathered friends of the Tidy Garden.
Take Norman the Wood Pigeon, not the brightest of birds. The other day I watched as he pecked his way through a slice of bread. His table manners aren't particularly great, he has a habit of flicking his food across the lawn with each bite. On this occasion though, the daft-arse flicked the slice over his head onto his back and then stood gormlessly looking about wondering where it had gone!
The he gave up & wandered off to find more grub, still wearing his stale Warbuton's accessory.
It was like a panto scene with me yelling from the window "It's behind you!!!!"
Then arrived Mr Blackbird, who's clearly undecided as to which side of the fence he sits.
It all goes on in our garden.
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