Little Miss Furry and Her Teeny Feathery Nemesis

How has your week gone my fine friends? I hope you are all well.

 

It’s the weekend pull up your paws and settle in.  This week's tea time tail is called.

 Little Miss furry and Her Teeny Feathery Nemesis.

The swallow's babies have arrived, they are the tiniest little things barely fluffs of feathers, with chirping beaks constantly saying feed me, feed me, feed me.  All very well dear friends and rather charming in a birdy fluffy sort of way... the problem is however their mum and dad do seem to have taken exception to my fine furry self relaxing in MY garden. and I can't imagine why!

 You do rather have to squint to see him sitting without a care in the world on the fence. Probably taking a breather before his next round of feeding, but he is there all starey beady-eyed and beak poised...

 I was just minding my own business (well you know me friends) I don't like to announce my presence anywhere as I'm so quiet and considerate (Stop laughing. ) I am asked anybody, well don't ask Mister Marmalade or indeed Felicity or possible even Mister Marvellous Mouses.  But I'm sure Mister Kindly Next Door Neighbour would agree with me as I regularly help him with his garden. Without a thought for myself tending to his rather strange flowery things. He plants things and I dig them up... all that extra exercise he gets! See so considerate me.

Anyway back to the teeny tiny Mister Swallow. I was just lying down without a furry thought in my head trying to find my inner peace. When I heard the gentlest wish of little wings and then without any warning an almost aeroplane sounding dive-bombing bird.  

 

 

What a fright I got friends. I nearly jumped out of my fur. Mrs Goat came over to see what the fuss was about. I asked, "did you see that? That's a liberty that, I was just lying here and woosh, well really." 

 Mrs Goat said that from a distance it looked like I had jumped in my sleep and she wondered if I had a nightmare. I said to Mrs Goat I had indeed had a nightmare the rather excitable Mister Teeny Swallow had just dived bomb me in  MY Garden!! Oh, the nerve... 

 Mrs Goat found that rather strange as in her words" She couldn't see him".

 I said well that's the point isn't it, he is just sooo tiny none can see him until his beak pecks unforgivingly at your rather fine fluffy tummy. (Remind me why I have goats as friends)...

I think the safest thing to do friends until the fluff babies leave is to find a more sheltered spot for any empty head relaxing in my garden. As you know, I am so very zen friends.  I never get over-excited or anything  (stop laughing I don't) just ask anyone around here... 

 Well, maybe don't ask Mister Marmalade or Felicity or indeed Mister Marvellous mouse but definitely, Mister Kindly Next Door Neighbour... as I regularly help him with his inner calm...

 This, I feel should be a safe spot to contemplate ... Until next week friends find your zen place like me...  just watch out for teeny dive-bombing almost invisible to the last minute rather excitable tiny Swallows...furry hugs.