The rain started off gently but we didn’t like it. We sheltered under the fireplace because the wood was all used up on New Year’s Eve. George thinks if he squeezes close enough to the side of the house, he will stay dry. Silly George. But there is no room for him in here.
George realises he was getting wet. He should be ok under the table as long as he doesn’t leave his tail too far out.
Oh dear, the rain is getting heavy. Even the sparrows want to come in out of the rain.
The rain is coming in sideways. Time to get out of here. My feathers are getting wet.
Perhaps if we sit here and look pathetic enough she might let us in. Don’t hold you breath. I bet she wouldn’t like to be out here. Look at all the water on the concrete behind us. We could drown. Oh if only she would let us in.