There I was sitting in my tree, when along came this woman with a camera. Well I didn't want my photo taken; I was having a bad day with those noisy, vain birds always shouting their name Jack! Jack! So I hid. I peeped round the tree; there she was looking at that jackdaw in another tree. Here was my chance of escape, I climbed down the tree, she looked round but I don’t think she saw me. I ran across the grass, dashed straight across the road, (good job not many cars come along here), up the wall and over the top. Escaped! she couldn't get me now.
