Thieves like us

Afternoon all, an early blip for me today. First day of half term and all that.

Woke up to all the white stuff gone, and then, for about 20 minutes we had a flurry of God's Special Dandruff until it seemed to lose enthusiasm and drifted away.

The pheasant saw this as a sign to stage a mini invasion of the area below the bird feeders and sent an advance guard of seven or eight to secure the ground.

However they were beaten to the punch by the tree acrobats who wander down from the higher branches when the mood takes them and carry out some aerial gymnasics while taunting the birds below, ripping holes in the feeder and pinching all the good stuff before ghosting away again.

So squirrel nutkin is a thief and a rogue, who says its not a jungle out there.