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When I went out yesterday morning to put the cat food down Midnight surprised me by coming out from under the swing snarling at me. He's usually sitting on the swing, so I am assuming I startled him and he didn't know who was coming out of my door.

I started the slow blinking but he was still snarling and hissing at me, so I did the next thing which definitely always calms him down when he's hissing at me. I bow down low like a Japanese person so all he sees is the back of my head. And, when I do that he immediately comes up to me and he is rubbing his head against my legs purring like a very loud tractor engine. And inviting me to stroke his head. Which is easy enough at that point because my arthritic bones do not allow me to straighten back up very quickly.

He is now always asking for a lot of strokes of the head when I first see him in the morning, after he has got over any hissing spitting snarling bit. But, I am assuming that is, because I have initially startled him if he cannot see me, and also I have tarpaulin covering stuff under the swing, and he comes out from under there, so he goes into total aggressive mode until he has seen who it is and assessed the situation.

So a lot of bowing takes place in my garden...

Little Miss (teenage baby sparrow) is thriving nicely, and has definitely staked this garden patch as hers, and Mum and Dad have given up trying to make her leave home.

Calico came back again for breakfast this morning. She also came for supper last night...

I read on Lost and Found on Facebook that a small black cat had been found dead on the side of the main road at the junction less than 300 yards away from here on Monday, but this person had been unable to access their Facebook page until yesterday, a few days later. They had put it under the hedge. And posted a cross on Google Maps where it was. But, obviously when I went to look it had long gone, either by animal or person.

I can still hope that wasn't Shadow, but...

Something delightful happened in my garden yesterday afternoon. My beautiful little female bluetit and her hubby brought their babies into my garden for the first time. A lot of tweeting and twittering and flying around, and the babies not landing where Mum and Dad wanted them to. The baby bluetits appeared highly delighted with this new found freedom to fly. Finally Mum and Dad managed to contain the baby bluetits in a bushy tree I have in the middle of the garden. The baby bluetits behaved themselves and stayed within the confines of these bushy leaves while Mum and Dad bluetit brought them morsels from the fatballs. And then they searched for aphids and bugs for the baby bluetits. How many babies there are, I cannot tell, they are darting too fast.

Mr Blackbird objected strenuously to this latest intrusion, but Mr&Mrs Bluetit chased him out of the garden.

Daddy sparrow is sitting on a branch calling and calling out, I presume, for Little Miss (baby teenage sparrow), and looking for her. Little Miss was around this morning, but it was a hot day, and she was probably dozing somewhere...

And Midnight is watching all this from his garden chair by the potting shed. This is the first time he has done that since last Monday when Shadow disappeared.

Ah, I espied Little Miss. She was in the same bushy tree as the baby bluetits. I could be wrong, but Little Miss is taking food from the fatball feeder into the bushy leaves where the baby bluetits are, and possibly feeding them. Little Miss is going back and forth to the baby bluetits with food from the fatball feeder. She is a hard little worker.

Mr Heffalump has just flown in and crashed landed on top of Mrs Bluetit who was searching for different bits on the bird table. Mrs Bluetit slid out from under him, and carried on the busy job of feeding her babies. Mr Heffalump went up to the noisy bluetit tree and is peering in. His eyes look cross...then he spied Little Miss and tried to crash land on top of her, but she deftly evaded him. Mr Heffalump is in a right cranky mood...he is most certainly a very opinionated wood pigeon.

Wood Pigeon pie anyone? I was growing fond of his weirdness, but now I am growing unfond of him...

Mr Blackbird then went very near Midnight who was asleep, and was yelling at him. Midnight said he didn't care and put his head back down.

What is wrong with the bird life in this garden at the moment?

It has been a hot day...

Creative today is a kaleidoscope in Laboscope, of a flower that just appeared in my garden. It spreads easily. Shadow and Midnight are the silhouettes. In my mind I still see Shadow dancing on the other side of my glass door trying to attract my attention for food.

Time for a hot cuppa.