And every single day, come rain or shine, Gozzie flies up and watches us eat it!
It's not as though she is even hungry - she is just curious - and a scrounger hoping that there might be left overs for her.
It has now got to the point where they are all trying to get in on the act and they sit in the pots underneath the window.
Of course I blame Patrick - as he always gives them any grains of rice in the saucepan after a meal
ditto anything else healthy. They hear the scrape of his chair on the tiles and all rush to the back door trying to be first in the queue. Then jump up and down and squeak like excited children then, all run wild chasing whatever it is he throws out. He is a real tease and throws some in all different directions
Sometimes it might just be just a few grains of rice, or fat off the bacon, or diced up raw skin off the fish - it's not exactly a feast!
They are so well trained now that at 4.30pm on the dot each day, they come and wait by the back door - or my studio door - or wherever I happen to be - for their supper.
If it is not forthcoming they start 'shouting' at me - they are so funny. Poppy the little red Sebright is the loudest of them all!
All eight of them sit and watch me to go to the feed bin and get out the container
Then run helter skelter in front of me - and dash in their run after their evening meal of Garvo.
Then I lock them in the run for the night!