I love travelling and have been to 89 countries. And what I see,I write about.Impartially.
Saturday, 11 June 2016
11/06.2016, Bird brain?
MY birds don't have bird brains,their heads are screwed on good and proper. When they see me come into the garden,they descend and flitter about,I can almost touch them. There used to be a tiny red-bellied one,the name of which I do not know, this year another similar found a home in the trees,with the red colour just a bit higher towards the neck and very recently two slightly bigger grey birds joined them. There are also two massive birds, so fat and heavy now, they have a great difficulty flying [they simply eat too much, scaring away anything and everything smaller other than the squirrels,those give the birds short shrift when they come for dinner and I can see now the two big bullies hovering in the neighbourhood, impatiently waiting their turn,never allowing any-one smaller to eat before them]. I love watching the little birds hopping on the ground doing what they like doing the best-looking for worms,even though they don't have to do that,I feed them so well. What I find absolutely enchanting is how little fear the small ones show when they are near me.
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