I called out for Roger, the crow, and he showed up. I tossed him a muffin. He does love a bit of cranberry
He did his usual thing of dunking it in the puddle before eating it.
He clearly took too long, as the local hoodlum pigeons showed up to try and get some. He grabbed the biggest piece, and backed away, but there were too many for him to chase off.
A few other birds tried their hand (or break, as it were) but he scares them off.
Suddenly, everyone scatters!
It's Zena, the cat from the corner, and she's looking to hunt!
Now all the birds are perched up the garden walls and on the house roof, waiting for her to go back home, and scolding her as loudly as they can, and she acts likes she's deaf, and just here for a cuddle!