The green woodpecker was stabbing at the lawn. Suddenly, a squirrel appeared and started acting very agitated, dancing round the woodpecker and flicking his tail in angry semaphore. The woodpecker was only after ants, as usual, but the squirrel thought it was after the nuts he had buried. As soon as the bird flew away, the squirrel anxiously scurried about the lawn, tamping down every spot the woodpecker had disturbed to ensure his larder remained intact.
As I walked down the road at around 2pm yesterday, I thought it was strange that there wasn't a bird to be heard or seen. A sudden suspicion caused me to cast my eyes upwards and there was a buzzard, wheeling in ever increasing circles until it lazily cast off over the school playing fields. Wish it would spot some of the rats that have nested in our rockery. Or maybe not. Poison has been put down for them so it's best that the buzzard carries on going to school.
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