This is a follow-up post to the one about feeding the birds, Tuppence a bag. Again it is about birds and bees… uhm, nope, another kind of creature altogether – a Manna Thief.
On Sunday, B remembered that she had used the last of our birdseed the previous morning. Not to disappoint the congregation of pigeons on the roof of the neighbours’ house, watching patiently for their breakfast, she went outside and started scattering pieces of bread all over the lawn.
When she looked back, she realized that as far as she had walked, the “manna” had disappeared. Frantically chomping up the pieces of bread like a starving puppy from a litter of 12, was Remi, our very own Manna Thief.
Only after putting Pooch behind bars, our front door security gate, was B able to finish throwing out the bread. The “Israelites” soon descended to feast upon the manna.
After having feasted on manna and her own (rationed) breakfast, Remi settled down for her morning snooze. She is definitely a believer of the Afrikaans adage, “When it rains porridge, dish up.”
Notes: For some reason this incident reminded me of Desmond Dekker’s song The Israelites.
The featured image is The Gathering of the Manna by James Tissot, created ca. 1986 – 1902