While walking uphill there was Esmerelda the wood pigeon, perched on a bird feeder, beak in the seed.
Spotting my approach Esmerelda feigned nonchalance and indifference to the feed container.
As I put my phone camera away the bird again beaked into the feast.
The dance of phone out, beak out, phone in, beak in continued for a brief time.
I winked at Esmerelda, bid the bird good eating, and carried on my way.
Some days it just isn't possible to outwit a bird with a brain no larger than my big toe.
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