Muhammad likes to sit on the fence watching birds. The other day I asked him why he does it - he's not going to catch any birds up there.
"Just window shopping." He replied.
"But aren't you just warning the birds that you're here?" I asked.
"Yes, but they're too stupid to remember. Next time I hide under the bushes, they'll forget this is my garden."
"When you go for a bird, what are your actual chances of catching one?" I asked.
"Oh, about the same as the chance of a non-resident parent avoiding paying child support." Responded Muhammad.
"That good? Don't you feel guilty catching birds?"
"Certainly not. Survival of the fittest and all that."
"But you don't eat them!"
"True, but one has to keep one's skills honed."
"Sort of like a cat version of CPD?"
"Er... yes, I suppose so."
"You have to kill 16 birds a year to retain your hunting licence," I joked.
"Yes," said Muhammad, "I've got another ten to catch before the end of October."
"Better get off that fence then." I replied.