The human male’s mother has all sorts of dangly things in her yard. All morning I have been wondering where the soft, melodious bonging is coming from, and I think I have figured it out.
(Bong! Dongalong! Ding!) Sleipnir’s fetlocks! It (Bong!) is a lot loud- (Dong!) -er up close! (Bongalong! Dungalung!)
And unstable, too (Bong!) as the wind picks up. (Ding!) Let us absent ourselves before we are tipped off entirely! (Donnnng!)
That’s better. I can hear myself think again.
The male’s mother is quite fond of avian reptiles. She likes to photograph them, and in order to draw them to her yard she has put up any number of feeders.
What does that one have in it, Sigyn? Something special, or just mixed seed? Just seed? Very well. No, I don’t want a taste. Thank you anyway, love.
You might want a snack out of the next one, though, as you do like to munch on sunflower seeds from time to time. No, Sweetie, I don’t think anyone would mind if you took a few.
Um. I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to finagle them out from the outside.
And you can’t reach the latch, can you? Sigh. Hang on, dearest, Loki’s coming.