There are only two pterodactyls now, one black and one brown known as Marni and Esther. They hate the pigeons too and often chase them away from the food trough, their large ungainly bodies wobbling on spindly legs with gigantic talons churning up the earth as they move. The pigeons are always one step ahead and take flight to the safety of the trees behind the garden. They wait patiently until the pterodactyls are otherwise occupied pecking and scratching in part of their enclosure away from the food before returning to the free feast.
I am lounging on the pouffe having a well deserved 40 winks when, out of the corner of my eye I see a fast moving black object in the garden. It's Marni, she is galloping towards the food trough where the two greedy pigeons are filling their beaks, scattering the grain onto the floor to make it easier to peck. One pigeon looks up and takes flight, sounding the alarm to the other, more gormless one of the pair. As it turns it must only be able to see the formidable form of Marni bearing down on her prey, wings flapping and beak open emitting hostile clucks. There is suddenly a cacophony of shrieking pigeon and triumphant pterodactyl cries as Marni seizes the small grey body; feathers fly into the air as both beak and talons engage with the target. After what seems like an age but was perhaps only five seconds the pigeon manages to take to the air, a few small feathers floating down, its tail all ragged and it flies to the safety of the tree and its waiting mate.
Oh how I laughed...
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