Winnie the Wagtail

I was having a quiet siesta in the nice sunshine when Max and Seb came rushing out - well rushing for them all happy and shouting.

"Hi Winnie. You're back then. How was it? Did the little ones make it?"

I looked around the garden and there was this little black and white bird strolling about bobbing her head and tail with every stride. I leapt down to investigate and she fluttered up onto the fence.

"Leave her alone!" Sebastian commanded me. "Winnie's our special wagtail friend"

"It's OK Winnie. They got this daft thing while you were away. He's crazy but harmless enough. They call him Casper but we have other names for him!" He and Max laughed their silly conspiratorial laugh and Winnie fluttered back down.

"Did you see the football while you were there?" asked Max peering over a dandelion at Winnie.

"Oh yes. Everyone was there and the colours were so bright and lovely. The kids didn't want to come back. Wilfred met a warthog and loved riding on his back. He was so sad when Is aid we had to fly home. Wanda loved this zebra and has stayed out there with him. Well, when she got on his back you couldn't see her for his stripes. he said he'd look after her until we go back later in the year."

I asked Max where they were talking about and he said Winnie goes to South Africa when it gets cold here. I asked Max where that was and he said it was up the road passed Tesco's so it's a pretty long way. He's going to explain warthogs and zebras another day.

Winnie tottered her way over to me and told me never to chase her or her children. Before I could say anything she pecked me on the nose.

It's sore now