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Daylight robbery!

The forecast was not good, so I left Torchwood Town early, arriving back in the land of the Big Sky earlier than the denizens of my garden were expecting.

Being a well mannered host, my first thought was to refill the bird feeders, the ground feeder first (as it’s closest to the house).

A scoop of crumble in hand, I lifted the roof off the feeder and looked in. I swear I heard a faint “Oh bollocks“. Looking back at me was an unmistakably evil juvenile delinquent.

Juvenile delinquent

I explained carefully that the contents of the feeder are intended for my feathered friends and the juvie was sent, suitably chagrined, on his way. I think he’s learned his lesson and my ticking off will have done the trick - I don’t think he’ll be back.