Art Installation???

I woke up yesterday morning with Mr Blackbird already doing his fly pasts over Midnight and screeching away. Mr Blackbird is expending far too much energy with this aggression of his. 

Then the Raven clan joined in with their harsh discordant noise, and told Mr Blackbird to shut up. I imagine the whole neighbourhood is awake by now, and probably hate birds with a passion.

I use the clicking noise to alert Midnight I am coming out of the study door, and like yesterday that worked. And I have a friendly over large football coming at me, and I am in danger of going flying.

Affection before food again. Fill up all the cat bowls, and all the bird stuff.

I come in for a cuppa, and settle by the window, and gennepher's cat and bird all you can eat diner is in full flow, with Midnight keeping order and presiding over the proceedings.

Little Miss (teenage baby sparrow) comes flying in. She checks the Bluetit fatball feeder first, satisfies herself it is present and correct, then she settles for breakfast at 'her' fatball feeder (the one nearest to me). But then her Daddy comes in and tries feeding off the Bluetit fatball feeder, but Liitle Miss charges up to him and drives him away. She appears to be keeping this Bluetit fatball feeder just for the Bluetits, and herself.

Mrs Bluetit comes in, and her and Little Miss feed companionably for a moment, when Mr Blackbird comes in with a very close screeching fly past. The two small birds slip into the bushy tree, then come immediately out again....

Late afternoon, I am in the garden playing with my art installation, applying more cable ties, trying to fix them  on the leg of my swing, when I realise one of the baby bluetits is besides me going round the top lip of the bucket. So cute to watch this tiny wee thing. Then it fell in. Panic from me and the wee baby bluetit because there was a little water in the bottom. But before I could react, the baby bluetit gathered itself and flew back to the lip of the bucket and flew away. I turned round to see Little Miss (teenage baby sparrow) at the fatball feeder, literally inches in front of me. I was fascinated watching her so closely. All these individual feathers on her little body, her beautiful wings, her beady eyes, her mannerisms. 

Little Miss owns this garden, she owns and oversees the fatball feeders. She has stood up to the attacks from that nasty Mr Blackbird, and Mr Heffalump (wood pigeon), who are now both visiting less frequently....

Between her and Midnight, this garden has very good supervision...

Creative today is a photo. Don't laugh. I shall call it 'gennepher's art installation'. I dressed it up a little in digital software, so it didn't look so much like bad workmanship...

Make of it what you will...

It is actually 'gennepher's cat self grooming parlour'( I nearly forgot to put the word 'cat' in there...)

I don't have the dexterity to make something complicated anymore...a second pair of hands would have been helpful to hold them in place while I used the cable ties...

It was meant for Midnight to rub his fur against them, and I dismantled all my  house brushes, but I  still needed a couple of hard ones. I bought some scrubbing brushes yesterday morning, and attached them in the gaps.

So now I announce that 'gennepher's cat self grooming parlour' is officially open.

But no one seems too keen to use it...except I have noticed the badly matted fur on Midnight's back by his tail has pretty much gone by this morning...so VICTORY!!!

A big thank you to METOO for making the suggestion of using broom heads.

A hot cuppa for me...

P.S. By the way I tipped all the buckets of water over, at least until the baby Bluetits are more adept with their flying skills. They do all have a small branch in each, because the frogs jump in and this enables the frogs to get out again, slippery sheer plastic walls are no good for any little creature.