The birds have been wonderfully bold this last week since their usual hunting grounds have been buried in snow. The Blackbirds and Thrushes are usually rather shy, and fly away at the approach of anyone, but now, they only hop away to a little distance and sit watching with their bright eyes, from beneath the friendly shelter of a bush, waiting to go back to their feast of crumbs. The Tits and the Robins and Sparrows scarcely take any notice of one. I have noticed chaffinches feeding among the other birds the last few days, they seldom come to feed.
We too have had chaffinches at the feeders. A first.
I rather like this vintage bird feeding station.
Although she* says,
I don't think the Robins really care for cocoa-nut; but they don't like to see the Tits enjoying anything, without claiming a share.
from *Edith Holden's Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady
I don't think the Robins really care for cocoa-nut; but they don't like to see the Tits enjoying anything, without claiming a share.
from *Edith Holden's Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady
I must add a cocoa-nut to my shopping list
just for the sheer pleasure of spelling it this way.
just for the sheer pleasure of spelling it this way.
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