The parent blue tits (or titmice) are very busy, right outside the kitchen window, ferrying many insect morsels to their brood. Mrs Turnstone, great provider as she is, appreciates their devotion.
A woodmouse appeared, scurrying across the garden path at 3.30 p.m; what crumbs did she discover under the garden table?
Finally, a flittermouse, a pipistrelle bat, flew across the front of the house, picking up flying insects that had eluded the blue tits.
I trust Mrs Tittlemouse is as well housed as usual since I saw two foxes going about their business the other night; one peeled off to the left of our house, its mate went to investigate the remains of the student party to our right.
Mrs Turnstone sees their presence as a clinching argument against rescuing a couple of battery hens!