It's getting dark...
The street lights have come on...
The neighbour's lights are on...
The solar garden light has struggled and blinked into life...
Over there, diagonally, to my left, just a little bit more than an arm's length away, there's a...
If you said old man cockatoo, you got it in one, ha ha.
He's happy, he's having something to eat, ha ha.
There's the gentlest tapping sound, as a few raindrops fall on the roof.
He looked up and said "Right, it's time to go...", and disappeared off into the darkness.
He's probably not gone too far, not because of the darkness, but because the further you go from the food, the further you are from it, ha ha.
Had he not chosen to leave at that moment, Takeaway would have remained completely oblivious to his presence, and would have, in her own way, sat, and eaten , and been happy.
As it was her response to the whoosh of wings, as he departed, was an almost casual "What was that?", before she was distracted, once more, by breakfast, ha ha.
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