This morning, winter made sure I knew it was there. A heavy frost had coated everything in crystals. It wasn't long after dawn and already, fluffy, hungry-looking birds were lurking in the bushes. The bird feeders were nearly empty! Under normal circumstances, you could perhaps accuse me of being a little disorganised, but this morning I became a hyper-efficient bird-feeding machine. In no time I'd found porridge oats (central heating for birds, too), some bashed-up apples, a bag of cheap currants for thrushes and sunflower hearts to replenish the feeder. It was time to brave the cold.Crunching over the grass, I made my way down the garden to the bird feeders. I got halfway there before a great spotted woodpecker burst from its position on the peanut feeder.
'Sorry, woodpecker,' I thought (I'm not yet at the stage where I'm talking directly to the birds), 'you can come back in a couple of minutes'. It was so quiet and still outside that I heard the whirr of its wings as it went to hide in the ash tree.I also heard fieldfares 'chacking' overhead as they searched for unfrozen fields, a wren singing from down the hedgerow and saw a flock of lapwings flopping their way across the sky, also on the hunt for a nice field full of worms. I might not have noticed any of those things if I'd stayed indoors.There was a slight hitch when I found the lid of the bird feeder was iced firmly shut, but a jug of warm water soon fixed that and sorted the frozen bird bath, too. With the feeders full, fruit scattered on the ground and oats sprinkled around, my job was done.By the time I was back inside and peering out of the kitchen window, birds were already back on the feeders. They got their breakfast; I got a feeling of satisfaction. It was a good start to the day.
You never quite know who may turn up on your bird feeders. This week for the first time a couple of green parrot like birds have arrived, attracted by the black sunflower seeds -they were big enough to defend the feeder-scaring off the other birds. I wonder if they will become a welcome visitor ?
I have five feeders full of sunflower hearts and one for fat. They get eaten in 2 days flat... these birds are eating me out of house and home! but they are just so entertaining to watch. List of visitors today was bullfinches, nuthatches, greenfinches, goldfinch, woodpecker, tits (all sorts of types), blackbirds, robins, chaffinches and everyday we get a visit from the sparrowhawk (looking for it's next dinner).
Oh, I always talk to the birds that talk to me! The robins in particular. I feed all year round -- a table feeder of seed and peanut cages; a fat ball feeder by the rhobinia tree; and a thistle feeder under the weeping pear -- all visible from the table where we eat our breakfast and lunch. I also keep track for BTO, so am constantly getting up to record "4 great tits, not 2"; "oh, my, there are a dozen collared doves here -- greedy things." We had flocks of goldfinches at the thistle last year, then in the autumn they deserted our feeder for a neighbour's. They are still in the lane, I know, and a couple visit us occasionally, but WHY did they scarper?? It is a joy to see something unusual and new -- a jay (first I've seen in 11 years here in UK) passed through briefly the other day.
I could go on, but shall desist!
It's great to read these blogs/comments,because, I now know that I am not mad! ! I fill the feeders then sit back on the sofa by the window with a hot cuppa and enjoy the show and yes, I do talk to the birds while I'm feeding them. It's always the gregarious Robin who turns up first to the table and is more than happy to munch as I work around him! The little blighters are eating me out of house and home, but, I wouldn't have it any other way!
Katie - you remind me of me! I wait every year for the tweets to let me know when it is time to start feeding. My annual messenger is Jenny Wren who lives in the back garden. She is never seen outside of the kitchen window except for one day a year when she does a hoola hoppa dance on the shed roof, in full view of the kitchen. She was here on Friday so out I went and filled everything I could with seed, sunflower hearts, peanuts, fat balls and cocunut shells. It took my woodpecker about 4 minutes to suss out the grub. Then the word went out, all over the Isle of Anglesey ' Quick Guys and Gals' the Fly Through at the Old School is open!' Talk about an invasion. They can nearly empty the feeders as fast as I can fill them. Lovely isn't it?