Bath and Bird
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| Cousin Monk |
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| Washing |
No, it's
not about a bird-bath - the two words are only connected visually!
Alice recently decided to give me a wash and brush-up, in view of our impending attendance at the
Edinburgh Festival Fringe to see my distant
cousin Monk. I'm getting more and more excited as the time gets closer, which makes it rather hard to concentrate. Anyway, she said it was a kind of
bed-bath, except that I wasn't in bed, OR a bath, but the bathroom sink.
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| Harvieston Feeders |
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| Drying |
Since it was a sunny day, I sat in the window to get dry, although we did have to finish me off with the hair-dryer - most titillating. [Get
on with the story! - Alice]. What's that behind me, you may well ask? Click on the photo to see it more clearly.
Well, hoping to emulate in miniature our
Harvieston friend's splendid bird attractions, we got a little feeder which attaches to the window. Did we get any birds? Well, the feed diminished quite spectacularly. Did we see any nice little finches or bluetits, or even sparrows? No, we most emphatically did not.
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| Caught in the Act |
The culprit was finally spotted and snapped, perched on the windowsill. [The white collar round the back means it's a
Woodpigeon.] Alice then moved the feeder higher up the window. The feed disappeared again but the window-box gained a distinctly trampled look. She moved the window-box to a different window. However, the cheeky pigeon must have found a way to perch on top of the whole edifice and
lean downwards, as the protective green plastic strip was found on the windowsill, next to a large bird-splat. Maybe s/he fell off and got a fright, as nothing's changed recently.
So we're still waiting for some other birds to find us...
