Birds' Doings

Fred + 6 Hangers On this morning. (The news is spreading.) Although they are nervous of getting anywhere near Him they certainly know He is The Bringer Of Good Things To Eat. One of the small Freds darted out from the undergrowth on the allotment and neatly dashed between His feet (Did the others put this one up to it Myself wonders) causing Him to spill quite a lot of the chicken seed He was carrying. (And the jug of fresh water.) Immediate arrival of all the Freds & Fredettes which scrabbled around in the grass and mud. And immediate departure of Him (muttering) to get more food and water for the chickens - Which by this time were bouncing up and down in the pen because they could see breakfast but couldn't get to it.

TYK has invented a New Way of stalking the little birds. (For a tiny kitten it certainly has a good brain. Nothing like as intelligent as Myself of course. That would be impossible.) It runs up the trunk of the quince where She hangs the fat balls. Fits itself into a neat gap where the branch divides, just about 12 inches above a fat ball, settles down and waits. After a time the little birds forget it is there and come back. Whereupon TYK swots them with a tiny paw. Much to its own enjoyment and their discomfiture. If only its leg were 2 inches longer it might catch one. (Mental Note to try this Myself when no-one is around - 'Tis a long way up and the gap is excessively small.)