My neighbour-across-the-road has a pair of blackbirds nesting in her open woodshed. The female follows her around like a pet dog. She puts down lots of sultanas for her, and they have a rather nice little friendship. Fortunately, the bird understands Broad Norfolk. I often hear my neighbour saying, "R U orloit moi bewty? Dew yew want suffin?"
I've had to stop feeding all my bird friends from what I call my Bird Buffet (a long line of bread, sultanas and wild birdseed in my front garden) because everyone's car round here is liberally decorated with lashing of bird poo (mostly from the seagulls, jackdaws and crows).
We're all still waiting for the arrival of the lifesize oak statue of BamBam the tame red deer. I hope it's spectacular, having cost £3,800. And I also hope it doesn't get vandalised.