He’s taken the aluminum foil water dish for the birds, emptied it, and poked a hole in the bottom. He’s – twice! – rattled the glass dish with the seeds wrapped in wet paper towels (I was doing an experiment on germination times) and when that failed to bring me running to the deck to investigate – he dumped the contents. Twice. He stands and stares at the door and when I appear he gives me this look, sometimes with a tilt of the head as if adjusting his eyes and thoughts to the unbelievable fact that I am not immediately providing something to eat. Like I did many months ago (my reality), mere minutes ago (his reality).
Then he swaggered over and did this. I hope you can see what he has his beak around and is pulling.
I’m on the verge of inviting him in for lunch…….