Early spot, kitchen window - the black cat
crouching on back fence behind the silver birch, looking upwards. "?", thought I, and sallied forth to remove tbc
from the birds' breakfast venue.
After a short discussion we agreed democratically that it would sit where it liked, thank you very much so I retreated to kitchen driven by a combination of cold and no coat.
Immediately a magpie landed in the very adjacent cherry and gradually dropped down, branch by branch, until it was very close, but above and behind, tbc
The cat stirred itself, and pretending to be dignified, walked along the fence, jumped down and vacated the garden. To loud cheering, the magpie also left, chalking up a Win.
The magpie's gradual, increasing proximity must have affected tbc
because the coincidence was too much of a coincidence to be coincidental.
At least now I have learned how to get rid of tbc