In-Flight Meal

Today, sadly, I missed an amazing spectacle. Kim was in the kitchen, standing by the sink (nope, not inspired to wash the delicate glasses that have been piling up all week) and the back door was open. In flew a fly, and after the complaints I had made earlier about one that had got into my room his eye was taken with this small intruder; but not for long...

The fly had got no more than half way across the kitchen before it died. No, it didn't drop out of the sky with a sudden coronary. One of our local bluetits flew into the kitchen, caught the fly as it was heading towards the inner part of the house, and immediately swooped out of the back door again. How amazing is that?

I know that it's a staple of bird diet to eat insects, but flying into our house to grab an in-flight meal is rather bold of the bluetit. And isn't that a much nicer, more environmentally friendly way of dealing with flies? Little blighter must have seen the Barbie pink fly swat I had bought at the garden centre and decided that it would be a waste of a meal!

Long live our intrepid bluetits!