“Fatten up the caterpillars. Next week I fly from the Congo for the Willow Hill nests n nosh!
“I will probably turn up again around the 15th April but you will hear me… and Spring don’t start ‘til I turn up – does it? So WAIT! [chuckle]
“I will stop off for a few weeks along the Ivory Coast then fly over the Sahara. I’ll probably drop into Algeria for a bite to eat and catch up with some fellow travellers before flying for a sojourn in Spain for as long as I fancy before my final leg up the French Atlantic coast, and over to my little orchard on a hill, Just when them sweet nested couples will be laying their eggs. Oh how merry! [sneer].
I don’t have many friends over there but who needs them? I might be pigeon ugly but I ain’t no pigeon brain.
Those farm cats like me, though. Chips & Purry. Never forget watching the time my daughter hatched, pushed out the dimwit dunnock’s little babies and whoops! The cats ate them. Chuck is doing well. She is flying over too.”
“Get them nettles growing my caterpillars.
Cuckoo!”