The wind is finally dying down, just as the light is fading. I’ve moved a couple of the feeders. The three-quarter coconut was scoured clean inside, so I put peanuts and some fat and seed crumbs from another fat block into it. I’ll try it as a seed container, with no more than a handful of feed each day. The cone peanut feeder, I’ve moved up from the cherry tree, which has miraculously kept its leaf, even if it’s lost a lot of little set fruit, to the poor tattered damson, whose leaves have been almost shredded by the wind.
Despite my putting seed onto the grass, not many birds came to eat and I’m hoping that they’ve found a more sheltered buffet somewhere else in the village. There was, however, a most unexpected rammie between two wood pigeons, which saw even the ring doves retreat to sit on the trellis fence whilst the wood pigeons chased and flounced about, too big to actually get into full flight.
Later, the small brown birds began to venture down to the grain scatter and one skinny and harassed starling was being closely followed by two fledglings, so closely that it barely had time to snatch at some fat from a new block that I’d hung up, before they were fighting to snatch it from the parent’s beak.
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