Back in the real world. Whaddya mean you've run out of seed..?
This is Jackson. He gets a bit snarky if I don't put the right food out for him.
As opposed to Cyril, who'll eat anything if he thinks it's free...
I'm afraid he's been at the elderflower again, and so much
for my attempt at a squirrel-proof feeder.
Then there's Selma, who treats my patio as her personal smörgåsbord.
(Don't worry, I told her to let this one go, and they both flew off....)
And, lastly, we have Muttley, who thinks I can't see him...