This is the local gang. They like to hang out in the gardens surrounding us, but seem to hear the whisper of the bread bag and come and gather, knowing mum will feed them. Today was the leftover slices of bread and some chopped up apple and pear. We were lucky and had sunshine again, so mum and I did some gardening and played with da bird. She is drying the sheets on the rack in the living room, and some of it draped on the couch, and so I have claimed it as my snoozing spot. So snoozy, I seem to have forgotten my evening feast. Do you feed your local birds? Take a handful of crumbs to the park? Go on - we know you want to.Update: I got up at 8:42pm, demanded my feast politely and am back on the sheet by 8:48. Good night!!!
The Real Portia
5 hours ago