On the way to the supermarket this morning (I had forgotten it was a Bank Holiday, but it was open anyway) I witnessed a dramatic fight between a squirrel and a large black crow, right in the middle of the main road - large black crow pursuing squirrel amomg the traffic, dive-bombing and pecking. Presumably the squirrel had been after its eggs.  How the two of them got to the other side of the road alive I can't imagine - I think the squirrel actually ran under a car, but came out the other side, and eventually escaped the crow.

Last year I saw a similar fight, only it was a magpie that time, where they both flew through the treetops, the squirrel making the most amazing leaps from tree to tree. I think it got away that time too.

That must have been quite a sight - wish our squirrels had wings!

No squirrel-proof bird table would be safe!

All right, all right - but it did look as if it was flying, honestly .  Nothing but air round it for what seemed ages.

George in these days of political correctness, one perhaps should not presume that they were of opposite gender!   

Seriously though, by blackcaps, do you mean house martens?    They have little black caps on their heads and make a nest on the side of your house, usually under the eaves.   The most exotic arrangement I've seen in that regard this morning is a starling's nest under the tiles of next door's roof.

Do blackcaps do drag?

Crumbs, I haven't been there for years.   You mean it is still going strong?  I think I missed the legendary Mrs Shufflewick.  (I did catch Blulips final performances at the Drill Hall with Betty Bourne.)   I lead a very sheltered youth, but then if God had meant us to get our camp from drag shows, he wouldn't have given us Gilbert and Sullivan.