There is a thief in the garden who refuses to take the smallest precaution at concealment, brazenly flaunting his black and red plumage that sings out amongst the dark and mostly bare branches and the branches will be even more naked after his attentions. A bullfinch is come to strip the leaf buds from the greengage tree. The tree still has a fringe of pale blossom on the fine twiggy branches that won’t take the bird’s weight, but I doubt that we’ll get much of a crop this year.
Apart from the bullfinch it has been quiet in the garden today, in fact it was so quiet this morning that I looked around for a lurking predator. Now, the hardcore of bluetits, ring doves, chaffinches and sparrows…and the reed bunting who does still have the habit of settling, alone, in the middle of the lawn, are feeding steadily. A male blackbird is even trying some modest acrobatics, balanced on the top of a suet block.
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