these sweltering summer days I find myself enjoying the coolness
of the early morning sitting in the conservatory with the doors
wide open or, a bit later, on the patio. It is a lovely way to read
the morning paper and the rather unusual weather we are having at
the moment is something we must all take advantage of while we can.
Apart from the not too intrusive sound of early morning traffic
all is peaceful.
I am not alone. My reading is constantly interrupted by the provocative
parading of a female, I see her through the corner of my eye and
I pretend that I have not noticed. Her bare feet dribble through
the dewy grass, the cool wetness sending sensual surges through
her warm body. Her eyes are on me all the time. She comes closer
and closer using her graceful form to best effect, she is no stranger
does this every morning and I know she is just teasing me, I am
fully aware that she has a partner. Shameless hussy!
trouble is I have been feeding her and she may have taken that as
a sign that I am interested, which of course I am not. It really
was not for her that I spread grass seed on the lawn's bare patches,
and its not for her that I turn the sprinkler on each evening. She
is just taking advantage.
hot dry spells birds need water and I have filled a large flat tray
with water and placed it on the patio just for this purpose. Birds
tend not to go straight to their intended destination rather they
indulge in meandering to and fro, probably checking how safe they
are. I know where she is headed for and I stay perfectly still,
sure enough, she hops on to the rim of the tray, dips her head and
drinks. It reminds me of learning about the Romans when I was at
school and that an army is at its most vulnerable while the soldiers
are quenching their thirst on the bank of a stream. I hear a shrill
warning cry and she hops down. She is walking by the side of the
flower border and just as she is in the shade of the hydrangea her
partner swoops down and I am in no doubt that he is not happy with
her. They chase each other to the roof
of the garage where they have an angry exchange.
tells her that there is work to be done, beds to be made and a nest
to be cleaned.
reminds him that we live in enlightened times and that he must do
his share too.
this does not go down very well but she wins the point and Mr Blackbird
retreats to the treetops. She is back on the lawn but she is now
rather more subdued.
is still all, and she respects her partner's parting words.
flirting with human beings!"