Lady M: Cro, come quickly, there's a strange looking bird in the Bramley tree.
Lady M: There, on the middle of that branch; it's sort of pale reddish brown.
Cro: That's not a bird.
Lady M: Of course it is, I just saw it fly in and land.
Cro: You're bonkers.
Lady M: Have a look through the binoculars.
Cro: No, I'm too busy.
Lady M: I think it could be a baby Hoopoe; it's chest is cinnamon colour.
Cro: It's just an old apple.
Lady M: Old apples don't fly.
Cro: Yours do.
Lady M: Come and have a look with the binoculars.
Cro: Come outside, and I'll show you.
Lady M: You'll disturb it.
Cro: Old apples don't get 'disturbed'.
Lady M: Walk quietly.... let's see how close we can get to it..... Oh, OK; it is an old apple; I did think it might have been!
Cro: Yeah, sure.