Starlings For Breakfast

As I was eating breakfast...

Starlings were bombing around the bird table intent on knocking seven bells out of the fruity suet slab. It was a heart warming sight.
And as they swooped and swerved there was one particular bird which was getting to peck in a major way, the top starling I expect, the others being put firmly in their place. On neighbouring branches. But not for long. The gang then swerved and dived leaving the branches trembling in their wake while the main man continued to dig out bits of berry then swiftly wiping and swiping his greasy beak on the table ledge.

Watching this exuberant rock and roll dance has put me in a better mood, why I'm almost half crazed with joy because I know that come the summer and winter I'll be spending an awful lot of time enjoying the boisterous slap stick fun of the 'bully birds'. And hopefully the gentle scooping up of peanuts and seeds by pigeons, sparrows, tits and robins.

On the menu today: Fish, chips, peas tomatoes. Unsure about pud, possibly a fruit salad. Yes, I like the sound of that.

I see Andy Murray has won something...And is now second favourite to win Wimbledon which starts next week. I'm not saying another word...All I hope is that my favourite player, the bright-as-a-kite Rafael Nadal is fit enough to play.
I get in such a lather over my boys.

Time for work, but before I head out I'll gaze stupidly at the bird table.