It’s not what it looks like.

I was walking through my local park early one morning, and I saw these little birds flying round and round. I stopped to look at them, wondering why they were doing this. I thought they were playing, and I thought to myself that was nice.

I’m not a bird, so I don’t know what goes through a bird’s brain or why they do what they do, but later, I thought about their behaviour again, and I changed my mind.

On second thoughts, I don’t think they were just playing. I think they were feeding! The birds were small, but they were big enough for me to see them. But in the air, there were hundreds and hundreds of small flying insects that I couldn’t see, and the insects were the birds’ breakfast.

When I left the park through a gate, I saw some of these small birds sitting on a wire. I think they were tired after flying round and round, and their little bellies must have been full, so they needed a rest and time to digest. But I don’t know for sure. I was wrong the first time, so maybe I’m wrong this time, too.