I was laying in my tunnel in the garden this afternoon enjoying a bit of sun when Sebastian came out and laid by the bird table. I asked him what he was doing and he just said he was getting some fresh air before the storm. I looked up and the sky was blue. Silly Sebastian I thought no storm today.
We were both distracted by a little great tit who flew in to the bird table and started eating the fat slab hanging there, Actually he is welcome to it. I had some that had fallen off once and it was horrible.
He had just got settled in for a feed when Sidney starling flew in with his family and made a direct line for the same slab. The poor little great tit had to fly off for safety with the marauding starling family in residence. Sebastian decided to do the decent thing and moved towards the starlings who at once began chattering to each other and flew off in a huff. The little great tit flew onto the hanging basket to see if it was safe to return. He was just out of my line of vision. All of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in my back and heard his little squawk as he landed on the tunnel slipped on the cloth and went through the hole in the top and onto my coat.
I was shocked and didn't realise what had happened so I ran indoors very quickly crying for my hurting back. Sebastian lumbered in behind me laughing like a drain - not sure quite how a drain laughs but I am sure you understand that. I thought that was bad but as I made for my biscuits I saw two legs sitting there looking out the window having watched my every move.
"Cowardy, cowardy custard!" he taunted me.
That was not necessary.
Anyway why do they call such a tiny little bird as that a great tit unless it is because it has the sharpest claws in the whole of the bird kingdom. I know it does my back is still sore.
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