Who Made The Wind?

Now you know I am not one to complain whatever the trials I have to put up with but I am cross now.

I was out in the garden under my lavender bush looking at the estate and talking with a few passing birds when someone made it windy. Everything was blowing and the bush branches kept hitting me. I told them to stop but the didn't listen.

I was just talking to one of the Great Tit family that are nesting in the neighbour's tree when a gust of wind blew up and over went the bird table spilling all the seed onto the grass and the fat slab went rolling off its hook and headed for the lupin bed.

" That's a bummer" said my mate the Great Tit "We were getting very good at landing on that and having a good old feed. The starlings and pigeons will be in for first dabs now they don't have to balance and that means another starve for us."

"Why don't I go over there and stand guard and you can come and  have a feed and the otheres won't come while I'm there." I offered

"You're OK Casper. Thanks for doing that for us. The little ones will be grateful to you - they won't go to bed with empty tummies tonight."

I like to help where I can but I am amazed that this tiny little bird is called a GREAT Tit. I have not liked to ask why as it might seem a  bit impudent and that's not me either. So I was wandering over to the elusive fat ball when I heard the voice from within.

"What have you done now Casper?" he bellowed - frightening my mate the Great Tit. "Can't you leave those birds alone and let them feed in peace. Must you always be chasing them and knocking the table over and upsetting their food? Come inside and let them be."

"It wasn't me. It was the wind. I'm trying to help. I'm guarding the fat ball for my friend to eat"

"Don't ignore me! Get inside now or I'll be out there after you."

"No you won't - you haven't got your shoes on and the grass is wet and the wind will blow your hair about"

"I'm warning you. Inside now or no supper!"

Ah now that's a serious threat. remember we cats have no rights of appeal and a supper retention threat is something we cannot afford to take lightly. I slowly moved towards the French doors and two legs.

"That's better. Now inside and let the birds alone. Look there are pigeons and starlings on the fence waiting to come down. They won't come while you're there will they? Indoors and I'll make you some tuna for supper."

Sorry to say the Great Tit and his family went hungry. Not my fault but why do I feel so guilty?