Well, that happens to me every time I go into my garden. And it’s not only my Madams who do the spying either.
There’s a one-eyed kookaburra who keeps an eye on me as he waits for me to flush out a skink or some other morsel, or a willy-wagtail she shakes her tail at me like an admonishing finger. You know that sort of thing. But it’s the Madams that are the cruelest.
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