Bird took to the Millet
Bird reported later in the afternoon that the washing had been draped on every radiator, doorhandle and spare hanging post in Wattlebury Cottage. He was rather miffed to find a pair of socks on his cage and took to chomping on his millet in a defiant manner lest the socks should snaffle his supper. A few of the larger and very wet articles had been left in the garden and Harvey was stationed at the
And Harvey spotted Sammie
window and instructed to watch the sky for the merest hint of Pleut. He was happy to oblige as Sammie Squirrel often plays by the bird table, so it wasn't too much of a trouble for him. And every so often a Phillip or Phillippa Pheasant stray in for a peanut or two. No, Harvey definitely didn't mind being on guard. But unfortunately whilst spying on Sammie's antics in the butterfly tree, Harvey didn't notice that it had once again started raining heavily. So the outside garments were back to square one and it was going to be a real problem for the family tomorrow morning. Dad had run out of trousers, Mum had run out of trousers and socks and Kizzie had no work clothes. They could wear their pyjamas --- Don't be ridiculous Bird! They're not that silly! Although--? Gordon xxx
