Incomprehensible and (Probably) Too Much Gin

Is rather later than usual today - Having passed an entirely useful day watching ONN's ratty little dogs attempting to burrow beneath the wire that now surrounds their garden.

Incomprehensible. When the wire wasn't there neither of them was particularly bothered about getting out. Just wriggled through a hole if it happened to appear but otherwise perfectly happy to stay inside the garden. Having watched yesterday's workmen 'tis now a different story: And they are trying everything they know (Which is Not a Lot. But what can you expect from 2 hairy little yapping horrors with longer paperwork about their breeding than the length of their own skinny backs?) to dig out.

Since there is not a lot left of her back garden anyway (thanks to ONN and the chainsaw) WOONN cooed adoringly at their efforts. Until she remembered her own mauled chicken that is, whereupon she nipped inside and returned with a big G & T. And the gin bottle to freshen it up with.

At which point Myself returned to My own garden to discover 2 families of baby blackbirds in residence in the fruit trees. How do the adults know whether they are feeding their own offspring or someone else's?