Rare, n’est pas? Never seen a baby pigeon, hadn’t seen a fat squirrel until this morning. But I spotted a long-tailed sciurid today (insert ‘rats with great PR!’ joke here), sitting on a bird-feeder.
Sunflower seeds are, apparently, the dish delice for furry rodents these days. Do not misquote me – I cannot abide by the phrase ‘don’t get me wrong’ – I have no objection to Madamoiselle Escurel chomping away at a free lunch, even if she has gone from being slim, almost svelte to a ‘Yo momma’s so fat, when she hauls ass she has to make two trips’ –size, over the last few weeks. And who can blame her? Free food, is free food after all.
But I do object to her attitude. She’s seeing off the columbids left, right, and centre by taking almighty chunks out of their tails, then chasing them all the way across the garden and up into the hedge. No wonder the wrens have disappeared. Too worried they were about to be consumed as a side-dish, probably.
Rolled in barley, wheat and millet.
Wren à la mode.