Mister Marmalade gets a job... (whether he wanted one or not)

Miss Furry has been rather agitated this week. (Yes I know-she is usually). But even more so.

A new shiny invader has arrived. (Well I have to make it sound dramatic.)

The said invader is a rather beautiful, shiny feather blackbird with a dashing yellow beak. What a lovely  song he sings as he hops around the garden.

Unfortunately, Miss Furry doesn't share my appreciation of the dashing Mr Blackbird and is rather cross of his daily visit.

“Why can’t he visited the garden next door thank you very much! "  "Why can’t he go to mister- kindly-next- door-neighbours garden?“ (Erm I don't know Miss Furry. ) “I mean there are loads more grassy bits and I'm sure wiggly worms there...” (well there are loads of grassy bits and wiggly worms yes). “And!!!“  (Oh dear, I feel a rant coming), “he has much more flower things and diggy,  muddy bits as well... You know Mr Blackbird  could spend many a long hour digging in mister-kindly-next-door-neighbours muddy bits.

It’s not that I know that for sure you understand,  but I suspect any bird or ‘cat’ might want to and, mister-kindly-next -door-neighbour wouldn't mind one bit.

Erm ok Miss Furry  glad you have got that of your chest.

At which point poor Mister Marmalade had the misfortune to saunter by. Well, shimmy really as he was trying to hide from you know who on his way to his beloved daisy field.

“ Mister Marmalade yoo! hoo!” Miss Furry ran down the garden calling at Mister Marmalade,  “Yoo hoo!” At which point he stopped still with a confused look on his splotchy face (he though he had hidden himself rather cleverly behind a blade of grass and was amazed to be spotted). “Are you actually talking to me Miss Furry?” Mister Marmalade  looked left then right before stepping back.

“I was just wandering as you have nothing on”. “Well actually I was just on my way to the daisy field “. “Yes, well nothing as important as helping out a friend”. “Did you just call me a friend Miss Furry?”

“I was just wondering if you could by chance sit on my fence to keep guard.”

 “What’s the catch, Miss furry?” Mister Marmalade  looked past Miss furry incase some one jumped out and said “surprise”, like on one of those telly programs.

 “No catch all you have to do is stand on this sticky bit of my fence till tea time I would be very grateful. Then you could go to the daisy field.”

Poor Mister Marmalade stood ever so still on the sticky out fence bit with his eyes fixed forward with a baffled expression on his splotchy face. Wishing  he had gone the front way this morning. Whilst Miss furry was hiding in the lavender bush to jump if the need be to frighten the ever so dashing Mr Blackbird.

I am not sure as I look out from the kitchen window Mr Marmalade  is enjoying his new found employment  but at least according to Miss furry “no one gets to eat my wiggly worms!“