The sparrowhawk turned up mid afternoon and sat on one of the bridges, in the sun, feathers puffed up against the cold...
I told him I didn't have any food that he'd like and he said it didn't matter, he'd grabbed a snack earlier on...
Going by the blanket of tiny, dark grey downy feathers, and the occasional larger and longer brown feathers, he had, indeed, as he said, grabbed a snack, earlier on, ha ha...
As the wattlebird said... "I'll only come down out of the tree if you stand next to the bread you've brought out... and don't go away!!...", ha ha.
One small bird of prey and they all turn to jelly... not even half set jelly... jelly before you've even put it in the fridge, ha ha.
The sight that may never be repeated was the peewit landing in the big tree in the corner, joined moments later and flanked by a pair of pigeons...
I see... so now you travel with an entourage... ha ha.
The peewit joined the other peewit at the far end of the garden and together, in true, noisy, peewit style, they proclaimed that the garden was not only safe, but was theirs, once again, ha ha.
So things are back to normal... well, as normal as you can get, here, ha ha...
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