A sparrow and a robin red-breast bicker over a piece of bread thrown onto the terrace this morning. Robin lurches at Sparrow. Sparrow is content with his meal. Why ? Other bits wait not far away but Robin wants the catch Sparrow is pecking at. Beat of feathers, stab of beak. Then they both fly away, perch on the bush and wait. Blackbird pruning his dress on the tallest branch of the lime tree in the rain swings down and seizes a fat morsel. Ripping at the rim. Robin and Sparrow swoop back and fight again. Two other sparrows share a bite. All fly off to the bush and watch the stage by the kitchen window. They enter one by one, two by two to dance about the offerings. A patter of feet, a ballet of wings a battle of beaks.
