I think they were mother and youngster as one lay in the sun and snoozed and the other scratched, lay down, got up, lay down again, chewed on a stick, looked around, chewed on his stick again, as if to say, 'Oh, mum, come one, this is boring. Come on, I want to do something exciting. Muuum, muuum, come on.'
At last mum got up laboriously and walked slowly through the trees. Youngster was so busy looking the other direction he didn't notice at first but then leapt up and ran after her. 'Wait for me, mum!'
Then a little while after that, I spotted a green woodpecker wandering along the grass, pecking away.
But I don't want you to think that I spend all my time in work staring out of the window ...
And while I'm on the subject of wildlife we'd better have a George story.
One evening last week, he sat out the front on the grass for a while before coming in and lying on the rug. After he'd been there a few minutes, he glanced round and started twitching. then he leapt to his feet and began shaking his leg furiously while simultaneously running round in circles, in true hysterical girly fashion.
He had a slug on his leg.
Husband pointed out that George was only mimicking my behaviour when I find an unwanted guest on my person; I pointed out that George is very intelligent and of a highly sensitive nature.