Blackbird

The blackbird that calls his ever changing song from a nearby aerial has a very large territory that includes our back garden. Sometimes he and his brown mate pick over the emptied compost pile pulling out one red juicy worm after another. As I have said before, we have a cat (a very well fed cat) who always is most insistent that her dinner table remains quite full! Topped up with meat, fish and several varieties of kibbles that all have to smell and taste just right and if they do not - she simply turns her nose to the right and walks away. The blackbird has been profiting from these left-overs that the cat has chosen not to eat ... on a daily basis so-much-so that he now waits in a nearby apply tree, I would say patiently except that he begins calling and fluttering about as soon as I arrive in the garden, for me to place the small mountain of discarded cat food down. He swoops and buries his yellow beak deep inside the pile and tucks in. Before long, between he and the magpies, all of the cat food has gone. Every time I re-enter the garden he appears and waits in anticipation of another contribution.