Yesterday, a handkerchief-sized piece of white, filmy plastic moving at speed across next door's midden garden and darting halfway through the wire netting into ours; at which point it snagged abruptly and the sparrow that had been underneath dragging it did a lovely back-flip and somersault into the weeds.* There followed a jolly five minutes as the unfortunate's siblings, aunts, uncles and cousins all tried to make off with the prize and failed, before suddenly remembering urgent appointments elsewhere.
Good old sparrows, always good for a chuckle. The chap who said as cheerful as a hedgeful of sparrows wasn't wrong. Maybe we need a nice tall hedge...
* Gardening? Are you serious?