Breakfast at Tiffany's...

I love birds. I love that they are so incredibly different from anything else. So I feed them. This chap (one of my colleagues calls him/her Jonathan, for obvious reasons) has taken to coming to the window every morning looking for breakfast. Often he brings a friend. Or two. Then they do that seagull call as they tell all the other birds all about their tame human and what they're about to eat...It drives Tom to distraction.
Anyway, if I'm tardy, or haven't put out enough, he'll peck at the window looking for more.....so today, I thought I'd charge him a photograph for his breakfast.