The air now has a slight chill in it and at last the flies are fewer. There is a black German wasp keen on the raspberry flowers, but thankfully the normal wasps have kept everyone safe from trouble. The German wasp just minds his own business.
But.
Fun to be had!!
Autumn means GAME!
Autumn means craneflies!
Flick, twist, pounce and TC, with all of his body in a Sumo wrestlers flourish, is there! Munch. In touch with his inner kitten he lies languidly in the sunshine and then, whoosh, flick, twist, double paw stab and he is on the next one. And this is just the beginning of the season. How will the fixture be? He grabs a straying fly just because that is his mood.
Above him on a dead tree a nuthatch returns from months of absence. Hard to be sure he has been absent, until his incessant reminders that he has not been around because he is making all the noises he usually makes and no-one has heard.....then it is clear he can't have been around. The noises have been missed. Even if he has not been missed. Tapping, tapping, tapping. Gentle because he hasn't found the hazelnuts yet. (The squirrel has by the rustling)..... Oh. Peanuts. OH Peanuts, how I have missed peanuts. He flies there and stakes his claim. Looking around inviting trouble. No trouble. He flies off. And back. I am BACK! Then goes off and sings his I Am BACK song. In the depths of the bushes because that way he can concentrate and not be conflicted by peanuts.
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