Weighing Up The Odds

Pidge is a permanent resident. He likes his food. I’d like to say he lives in the trees but I’m not convinced he’d make it up there. 

He saw me on the garden path and considered if it was safe to approach the seed. He decided it was and moved forwards.

I wanted to get to the shot so I edged forwards. He watched me nervously but continued to eat.

I edged even closer, he paused, looked for his escape route, turned back and continued to eat.

I took the shot.