Flighty Pigeons

I am resolving to have a few new firsts from now on.
I was going to set the target at one a day but I'm not looking to kill myself so I think one per week would be perfectly adequate.
The minor hurdles that I have jumped today would barely qualify even by my own watered-down rules.
But for one thing.
I got my first bird at my bird table today.
He was a chubby fellow.
Or she.
But she munched on my windblown mealworms that had fallen to ground and then, as I willed and egged her on, she presented herself to my table.
I watched hoping that she would realise that the glass (uPVC) separating her from my vantage point would prevent me from being any threat.

I hoped she would nibble on my lardy cake.
She was a fat bird.
I suspect she had eaten at the table of many other men.
I can live with that. I understand enough about the harshness of life to let that pass. But after she had pecked at another of the under-hydrated mealworms, she was off and away. I thought perhaps to gather more friends to the bounty that she had unearthed. But no.
It is two hours later and, although in a weakened state, I would like to believe that this still may be true. But as I say, I understand the harshness of life.
I shall continue to lay out my bounty.

Maybe in time it will be her taste of paradise.

Or maybe he was a bloke after all.