Alone I crept up and surrounded the enemy.

We ran a bit short of bird food, courtesy of our sparrow population, so the winged rats went short. This one was determined, hung around a lot longer than the reds and fetched up with the last handful all on his/her todd. It was comical to behold; it kinda snuck up on the little pile and circled it, slowly, pecking the grass all the while (hors d'oeuvres perhaps) prior to the main assault.

Chuffed to bits! Having looked it up to check, I found I spelt "hors d'oeuvres" correctly 1st try.
:¬))