Nice Baybizz, but a tad on the long side.

I don't think I'm that stressed right now.

The two young crows decided that one of the trees in the back garden was a suitable spot for a game of "I'm going to pull your tail feather", accompanied by much raucous chuckling and cawing...

It's a bit like kids chasing each other around the garden with water pistols - they were having a grand old time of it, whooping and yelling, ha ha..
When I went out to see what all the noise was about, I ended up interrupting their game.

They behaved exactly like a pair of children who had just been surprised playing in someone else's garden would - they jumped onto the fence, looked at me and then ran off, giggling, ha ha.

A pair of naughty, noisy young crows...

The neighbourhood kids... They never change, ha ha.

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I miss the old birds that come, and stay, then leave and don't come back.

It's the one drawback of making friends who are, what's the expression?... in the Autumn years of their lives...

They leave and they take good memories with them, they leave and I am left with good memories, so I suppose it's not really that bad.

But it doesn't stop me from missing them.

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@ Cadbury's