For literal years, I have been whistling a fragment of classical music to let the local birds know that I am distributing food.
Today I actually found out it was Boccherini's String Quintet in E Major, Op.11, No 5, III. Minuetto A very complicated name for some rather elegant music with a very whistle-able refrain.
Why did I need to know?
Because I think I taught the Magpie Mafia the same refrain.
This morning, monstered into delivering mealworms, the local Magpie flock followed me to the delivery zone and then, after the mealworms were scattered, sung Boccherini's String Quintet in E Major, Op.11, No 5, III. Minuetto to me.
I need a co-conspirator to record this shit. It was AMAZING.
Anyway, I shall endeavour to do something to the remaining floor scrattle in the spare room and take out various nonsense that I know is no longer good to keep.
And the normal proceedings will also be interrupted by a visit from the re-upholstery guy who's finally fixing some vintage chairs I've been entrusted with for some small collection of years. They will see actual use. And not from the cats. Where will they go? Somewhere in the front rooms.
I aim to get the story done at some point.