Dave Dunnock flew into the back garden with his Mississ.
They were bopping about being frisky.
She puffed up her behind showing him her cloaca.
He did his ding-dongy dunnock dance.
Would he, right in front of us in the kitchen, jump in and give her one?
We waited with bated breath.
But, just as he seemed about to – she flew off.
Words & Vids: Ian Nisbet