There have now been a number of occasions when I've been chilling my beans in the kitchen and a little robin chappy simply invites himself in. He doesn't even knock.
He said to me 'Yo, where's ma grub?? I've been waitin' for some deep fried worms - sort me out yeh?'
|So I'm like 'Yeah babes, you're cute - rude but cute - so here you go...'|
|And once again he's very satisfied. Yum yum.|
So that settled that. He wants my food but certainly doesn't want to be bosom buddies.
I feel used.
But in the end of the day, as long as they don't turn out like David's Sherry's birds (pictured bellow from an exhibition I went to in Newcastle) then I guess I'm ok with my uninvited, unfriendly guest.