I'd be a pigeon
I'm not much of a gardener, in fact my back yard is laid almost entirely with concrete slabs (through which weeds appear with depressing regularity).
But one thing I really love is my bird table. I bought it a few years ago and it's given me so much pleasure. I have it set up so I can see it from either my desk or from the sofa, and every morning I put out a dish of food - a combination of robin mix from Pets at Home, black sunflower seeds, dried insects and raisins. Sometimes the odd mushy piece of fruit too. I hang fat balls in a feeder that's fixed to the side.
I'm very lucky, living by the forest. I get lots of birds visiting - starlings, wood pigeons, collared doves, robins, blue tits, great tits, coal tits (lots of tits!), sparrows, jays, magpies, jackdaws, and even a pheasant
once - and this lovely pair of pigeons
, who've been coming around for a few months.
I actually like pigeons. I think if I were a bird I'd be a pigeon. I have short, stubby little legs, a big butt and I can't sing. At first sight, you might think I'm a little dull, but, like the pigeons beautiful iridescent throat plumage, put me in the light, and I'll shine. Some days I can even fly.