George, the bird and the flower-pot

If you recall, we took George to see a doggy therapist when he was younger. Part of his problem she put down to boredom and suggested making his meal-times longer and more interesting by scattering his food around the place. (He has dry food so it's easy to do.)

Well, we've done that ever since, sometimes throwing it around the garden, other times just around the courtyard.

Yesterday we were watching him eat his food in the courtyard when a blackbird darted behind a flower-pot, Mission Impossible style. He emerged the other side, ran forward, grabbed a nugget and dashed behind the pot again.
Husband said he'd seen him do the same thing in the morning, and had, in fact, alerted George to the fact that his breakfast was being stolen. What was so funny about the evening repeat performance was the way the bird snuck up behind the flower-pot.

George remained blissfully unaware and it seemed harsh to tell tales on such an enterprising creature.

By the way, I notice the bird in my drawing, if to scale, would be roughly the size of an albatross. It was only a little, probably young, blackbird.