Give this goon a washing basket and some pegs and he is happy as Larry. He spends ages getting a peg through a hole in the basket then jumps out, picks it up in his mouth and jumps back in the basket. But he was in a naughty mood today and spent a lot of a sunny morning seeking out Ola’s hidey holes and annoying her. I have baby bluetits in my box and daddy bluetit is one of those blokes that shouts out when he brings home the takeaway, and then the kids scream in delight. That is all very well but his chances of survival would be improved if he took his food home quietly as all this tweeting attracts the attentions of my cats, in particular Bertie. It was inevitable that one day he would sprint up the tree and today he did it, twice. I now have the hose ready to squirt him if he does it again. He has been warned.
Groovy Word of the day: fractious