We know how to throw a party
sunrise at 7 a.m. the garden looks lifeless but, as soon as there's a
glimmer of light, blackbirds (today there are 5 of them)
start to appear, trotting around the lawn and over the pation.
They seem to be hanging around in a loose kind of group but there's an
undercurrent of intolerance, with one taking a run at another every minute
or so. It doesn't come to blows but you feel there's some sorting out
of the pecking order going on.
and tits are the regulars at the bird feeders. A starling
that I see briefly perched by the fat block at lunchtime is an infrequent
visitor these days: ten or fifteen years ago, starlings would descend
on the bird table, one or two at first, then ten, twelve or more, waddling
and pecking. They'd soon clear away every scrap of food.
We have seen nuthatches more frequently than starlings in recent weeks.
go back and forth across the lawn with the regularity of the carriage
of a typewriter going to and fro.
Richard Bell, email@example.com