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Monday, 11 August 2014
and I were delayed having our breakfast and the Blackbird was getting
impatient waiting for its morning toast.
– we are not certain of its gender as it is one of this-year's
fledglings, juveniles so they all look similar – was sitting on the
fence, adjacent and to the left of our kitchen patio doors, watching
us eat our toast and marmalade and giving us a do-hurry-up look
accompanied by a telepathic message of: I've been kept
waiting: where is mine. Bolshy Blackbird – yes
we've given a name because you do not call friends 'It' – then flew
down to the edge of the patio so as to be in our direct line of
morning when I'm preparing breakfast I always toast four slices of
bread even though we only eat three. Why?
is logic in what appears to be an act of madness. Those of you who
don't know me may think I'm crazy; those of you who know me have
probably made up your mind; but I'll explain.
have an electric toaster that only takes two slices of bread at a
time. The first two pieces pop-up after the designated period and are
an enticing golden brown colour all over. The third slice if put in
the toaster on its own will spring-up as an inedible charcoal-brown
board. I have to toast a new third slice watching it carefully so I
can manually pop-it-up when the colour is right. So that's four
slices to get three and extra time and effort. Any undesirable, burnt
slice would go on the lawn for our feathered visitors. So, the
obvious, efficient action on round two is to make another two slices
of golden-brown toast; so we and the birds all have the same quality
of bread. That is not strictly true because we also give them the two
end crusts – not toasted of course – one when we start a loaf and
the other when we finish it three days later.
parents and siblings; along with the Sparrows, the Wood Pigeons, and
the Collared Doves; have a similar taste in bread as us. This varies
between 'Granary Original Thick Slice' and 'Seed Sensations Original' by Hovis although the latter seems to be their favourite.
we had finished our toast we cut up the birds' slice into manageable
beak size pieces and then I went onto the patio to scatter the
portions on the lawn, as I usually do.
was waiting about one metre away from me so I dropped three or four
pieces in front of my friend as a personal breakfast-in-grass. I'm
sure I got the look and message of: Thanks, but at little earlier
in future. I can't be kept waiting, I've a busy day and I'll
have to fly.Two
grabbed into the beak and Bolshy hopped under the shrub close by to
eat in private.
the protection of the plant umbrella two more morsels were held
in the mouth before Bolshy
took to the wing with the takeaway.
will have to shower, dress, prepare
and eat breakfast with more
haste in future – or set
the alarm for an earlier time – so
our friend, Bolshy Blackbird,
doesn't get in a flap again about waiting for breakfast toast.