As I glance out of the window here, in the tree sits a lone red bean bag. Around it, slowly closing in are two little hopping brown birds and a squirrel. I am no twitcher and therefore can not add to your reading enjoyment by informing you what sort of bird they are, suffice to say they are small, brown and hoppy. The squirrel however, I can say unequivocally is a grey one. I did not think birds were supposed to be around this time of year. Perhaps they are lost.

(watches)

I had prepared myself for the battle to commence, (of which the squirrel with its superior tail would undoubtedly have won- fluffy is always the winner) but alas, they have in fact ignored the bean bag after all and gone on their way. Wimps.