We have a situation with the avian population in our garden. Evolution!
This spring, one daft Dunnock started flinging itself at our garden window. Sometimes it attacked its reflection for hours at a time leaving the Furlong dog, and me, with ragged nerves.
Birds are mythically supposed to bring messages to us humans. Royal Mail couldn’t have been more determined to deliver.
But now, things have got worse.
Evolution has clocked in.
The mother/father? Dunnock has taught its progeny to see itself in our window too. But – in typical juvenile behavior – it flaps and preens, fluffs up its baby feathers and poses – admiring itself interminably.
So now we have two daft birds here. Or are they just very clever?