About six weeks ago, I was delighted to spot a blackbird spending some time wiping the slime off a slug. I didn't actually see the slug being devoured, but I'm assuming that's what happened next.
The other day, I was less impressed to see a blackbird in my cherry tree. Last year, that tree only had a few cherries on it and the birds didn't bother with it. This year, it's well laden, and I've been looking forward to the fruit ripening. I draped a net over the tree, but the clever blackbird still found a way in.
I was so impressed by his boldness and intelligence that I was almost prepared to let him have the cherries. Almost.
I have tied string around the net in the hope that this will make it too difficult for the blackbird to get in. He watched me do it.