|Hello, what goes on in here then?|
I got up to get a closer look:
|Got any perfumes for birds?|
He didn’t seem much bothered by me taking pictures, so I watched what he’d do next.
|This pot is a perfect match for my plumage. |
I think I’ll just stand here and look gorgeous for a bit . . .
It wasn’t long though before his Mrs turned up to look for him:
|Well? Did you get me a nice perfume then?|
She soon had him concentrating on more important matters and I got this last picture through the kitchen window as they settled in under the bird feeding station to clear up the seeds dropped by the goldfinches eating above them.
|Jolly good nosh at this perfumery. |
Could have called it the Pell Wall Pheasant Cafe really couldn’t they?