Poor Show

A fascinating meeting at the end of my garden: CM and YP. Can't think why they hadn't come across each other before. YP spat, snarled and screamed. And stood its ground. CM muttered under its breath. And also stood its ground. TB and I sat down to watch the show.

Rather boring it was. Both tails fluffed up. They each made a half circle round the other. And then stood still again. CM sat down. So did YP. Nothing else happened in half an hour. Might have gone on longer had the blackbird not had enough and flew low and cluttered at them. Both went their separate ways, rear views radiating hatred.