spring is sprung, the grass is ris

[julesjones]

and I know exactly where the boidies is -- in my garden, treating it as a builder's yard. So far it's been the robins and blackbirds picking over the fine selection of dried leaves. Eventually it will get around to the blackbirds and magpies having a free and frank exchange of views about first dibs on the coco-fibre liners in the wall baskets, both sides keeping a wary eye out for the Food Ape[*], who is known to have Views on the ownership of said nest lining material.

[*Yes, at least one of the cock blackbirds has worked out the relationship between the Ape and the appearance of pre-hulled sunflower seeds, and that squirrels get shouted at and birds don't.]

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[doire]

I thought you were referring to bodies at first.

I'm not feeling so charitable. The birds and I have shared my fruit, but last year they ate all the grapes, and white currents, and wine-berries and cherries, and had a good go at the raspberries and gooseberries.

[julesjones]

I blame Other Half for the lack of cherries last year, not the birds. He was *told* to put netting on his shiny new tree before the birds got the half dozen cherries he was allowing it in its first season, and he insisted that the cherries were nowhere near ripe enough. The birds disagreed...