I have been remiss about updating on The Beast lately. But he has been active – perhaps too active.
It all started when Spring arrived, so I could open the balcony for him. He could sit outside and watch the word go past.
He was happy with this, until The Visits started
Wagtails. A pair, presumably nesting under the roof, but as well as tending the nest, they have developed a hobby.
First, just one wagtail at a time would appear, walk up and down the railing and then fly off. But they seem to spend more and more time doing this: now whenever the balcony door is open, there is almost always one wagtail strutting around, twitching its tail in an impudent fashion.
The beast, of course, sees them as food, so is keen to talk to them and persuade them that it is much nicer inside1. They are reluctant to accept his offer, so we get a stand-off. The birds stand on the rail or the door, mocking poor Jack2.
Whilst The Beast sits on the balcony, willing them to come closer.
This weekend the wagtails upped the ante. Both appeared to mock the poor Beast together. He was not amused.
The Beast is of course unable to keep this level of activity up, but then he doesn’t need to. He can wait.
Yes, The Beast is patient.
1 Inside a beast, I think he means.
2 It sounds like an episode of Rhubarb (and Custard).