I am just a cute little bird living my life amongst the branches of the trees in your yard. On days when the sun shines, you may hear my pretty song as I twitter excitedly but on days when the clouds gather or the rain falls you may hear me squawk in such a raucous voice that you would not believe I could produce such a sound.

Hello, hello, tiny blue bird here again. Is that a tasty bit of fruit you are holding? I suppose it is for me. Why else would you stand under my tree holding fruit? You would not tease me; no, I am sure you are not the type to do that. Thank you for thinking of me out here.

I know, I am so cute, and I am even cuter when my feathers are all fluffed up. What am I doing? So, you noticed the gleam in my eye. Yes, I must confess I have my eye on that hair ribbon your neighbour is wearing in their hair. It would make the perfect addition to my nest, a spot of colour. I will be so quick, your neighbour will never know I was the one.