If they do someone needs to have a word with these two. Over in the corner of the garden my wife has a bird feeding station, it is protected by a windbreak and a couple of small trees, which makes it a bit more tricky for the Sparrow hawks. She puts these balls of fat into a conical contraption; the woodpeckers are quite fond of them. However also is this little sod, and has turned the place into his own private gymnasium.
He was just getting warmed up last evening when he had a visitor,
I thought now he will be putting pheasant on the menu as he came down to ground level, she just looked at him and carried on
Next he takes to the high ground, planning his attack thinks I, as he nonchalantly feigns interest in a branch
Then he casts a longing look back to the balls of fat
Makes his choice and starts his climb
She loses all interest and he comes back down to see her off.