Mrs Blackbird is on her marks this morning. I venture out into the garden with the bacon rinds from yesterday's floddies (see the Fox's blog). I'm barely in the house when she appears ready for breakfast. She hastily flies to & fro with the smaller bits before the others, especially the gulls, appear on the scene. Soon she's left with one larger bit, long & thin like a worm. It's obviously a bit heavy for her. Every time she tries to take off the fat falls from her beak. But she is not to be defeated. She steadily drags it to the large pots further along the stoop. She goes backwards so she can keep an eye open for any rivals for the tasty morsel. Eventually she's fairly hidden between the pots of hostas. She then gorges herself in peace.
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