I went back to the window ledge to see if we had broke it but all I could see was no garden in the house but instead some horrid white plastic and some twigs. Very uninteresting.
OMG! Mr Smith has gone mental again! He came storming out into the garden trying to fly, flapping his arms. I said to Cyril, he's so fat he'll never get off the ground but Cyril thinks he was trying to scare something away. We both sat on the fence wondering what all the fuss was about until he approached us, I didn't want to be around if he did fly and land on the fence, he would crush us both.
Mr Smith spent a long time in the garden today, up a ladder shouting and playing with his camera thing. I don't know why, it's not much fun is it? All you can see is a boring garden and hoppety things.
Mmm, maybe he likes to watch us said Cyril, I find that creepy, why on earth would he want to watch me take a wash in the bird bath the pervert. From now on I'll keep my back to the house.
In case you were wondering, it's all true and indeed, ongoing...