This morning a small flock of sparrows have come to the birdbath. They are making such a racket that even Lynettea is taking notice.
I am in my enclosure, in my cave under my bus seat. But I think we might have become an exotic tourist destination for sparrows, after one escaped the 'jaws of death' and Lynettea took it back to the garden.
It must have passed the word around to all its relatives, as if we were some sort of zoo to visit. See the dangerous predator from your safe viewpoint on the birdbath! Splash away and view the tiger! Never mind about the poor defenceless cat with his property being invaded.
I refuse to come out for their entertainment.