Tits and Other Tweets

This is one of those rare occasions when I am writing in the light. Behind me is the patio door through which I can see the bird feeder and part of the garden. The bird feeder has only been up for a week or so, so local birdlife is still finding it. However, I do have a small colony of sparrows in the trees which swagger around. There were a pair of chaffinches on the feeder this morning, as well as a robin and a blue tit. A male pheasant is strutting around on the lawn to add to the local colour.
The chooks, when liberated from the pen in the morning, follow an invariable routine. They head off across the lawn below the house and scratch around in the grass. Pickings are few for them at this time of year. They then disappear through the garden fence into next door’s garden and see what they can find there. At dusk they return to their preferred perches, be those the coop or the trees above the coop. The white cockerel has his own preference for perching on the fence of one of the goose pens.
Earlier on this morning I looked out and saw six of the chooks lined up on the paving edge to the patio, so went and treated them to the remains of the wholemeal bread I’d bought that week in the local deli. I must get my own bread tins up from Somerset and start baking again.
The robin is a bit of a bully when it comes to the bird feeder; he has just pushed the blue tit away to get more than his share, or perhaps, in Darwinian terms, it is his share.

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