I was in the spa with Michael at the time – it was 37 degrees centigrade today – when one of the inhabitants of Bill’s garden walked over to us to have a gander.

“Who are you?” he asked rather snootily as he gave me the once over.

“Well, actually, I am the sister of the owner of this beautiful garden,” I answered amused. (He looked a bit comical as he cocked his head to the side to see me the better.)

“Oh, alright then, I only asked,” he added before walking off with his feathers ruffled a touch.

“There are fourteen of them,” Michael explained, “and they think they own the place.”

“Does Bill mind them?” I enquired, “Aren’t they supposed to be dangerous?”

“Not really, although one went for William. Dad likes them and gives them food. And so does the next door neighbour – she buys them mince,” continued Michael.

At that point Bill came on the scene with a bite to eat. Here are some photos of what happened next…