Just Like a Plane Banks As It Turns

Oh dear. Two big Freds came to blows in Our garden. The loser is skulking in the bushes with feathers hanging out all over the place. The winner is showing its glorious charms to as many of the Fredettes it can find: Tail like a fan, one wing spread upwards, the other brushing the ground, head lowered. And a very hopeful glint in its eye.

The Fredettes are totally unimpressed and skip out of the way whenever it approaches. Very persistent it was with one of them but all the little female was interested in was food. Rushed to the seed tray, grabbed a beakful and went round to the other side of the big urn. Closely followed by Fred. Went on for some time with Fred finally having to peer round both sides of the base to see where it had gone. The solution was obvious - It had jumped on top.