When you live a live of virtual solitude, you get your amusement where you can.
We have taken to watching the antics of our little avian friends in the garden.
As I feared, the demolition of the Beech tree seems to have scared off the blackbirds. They used to perch on its highest branches and sing their little hearts out but for some reason they haven’t chosen any of our other trees as an alternative and have mainly buggered off. This means we have to rely on the little ‘uns to entertain us.
I have a bird feeder which I hang on the remains of an apple tree. I say the remains as most of the Beech fell on it during the demolition process so it has lost a lot of its branches and looks a bit tatty. It does however provide the only spot where I can hang the feeder so we can both see it from our respective windows.
The feeder is a huge attraction; so much so that I have to regularly top it up with seed. It’s designed for very small birds as the perches are tiny with little feeding troughs beside them. At any one time there can be as many as a dozen all queueing to grab a spot. The queue is ever changing as they change branches in the hopes of getting there quicker. Naturally there are fights and frequently one will get impatient and attempt to knock a feeding one off the perch. It is actually remarkably similar to a queue for Tescos.
I’m no expert on birds I have to confess. I know that our friends consist mainly of Robins, Blue Tits, Coal Tits, Greenfinches, Bullfinches and Chaffinches. Beyond that I profess ignorance. They are all messy little fuckers anyway and a lot of the seed is chucked onto the ground. It will be interesting to see what grows there.
Occasionally we get a visit from a Rook. That’s where the fun starts. The Rook of course scares away all the wee ones and then perches on a branch glaring at the feeder which is just out of reach. He will then try another branch and then another, all of which are close but just not close enough. All the branches are thin and springy so when he lands he shoots down lower than expected which annoys him even more. Eventually he will have a go at landing on the feeder but of course he hasn’t a chance in hell and just falls off.
Just for the craic I decided to introduce late night opening at the seed-bar. I hung three lightbulbs around the feeder that were given to me by Daughter a couple of years ago. They are solar powered and light up beautifully at dusk and last until after midnight.
Strangely, the birds seem to lack an appetite after dusk.
Maybe it’s because the pubs are shut?