The birds stopped pecking at the lovely grease balls, flew away and all perched high up on the tree. They were waiting for something to go away.
Mouser saw what was causing the commotion. I retraced the gaze to something wandering about in the far corner of the garden, loitering towards the stables.
Alas, it wasn't a lynx (Lynx lynx), nor was it a Garden Panther (Panthera gardengnomus)™ but a Garden Tiger (Panthera tigris gardengnomus)™, never sighted before in the suburban wilderness of Exotic Belgium.