Open warfare

We were just settling down to our bacon & egg pie, when there was a great kerfuffle of feathers. We both looked outside. 

There, on the shed roof, a pair of collared doves were fighting.

As that battle ended a more aerial battle began between a couple of male blackbirds.

Eventually that died down in time for a third war to be declared between two smaller birds, once more in mid-air.

What has come over our birds? The need to establish territory & ensure the fidelity of partners is clearly showing.

Meanwhile the Fox finished his pie without difficulty. This is inspiring me to sort out a last-Monday-of-the-month meal. So far there are five takers. I'll see who else is interested before I book the table at the end of the week.