The snow-in-summer has grown both outwards, so that it’s curving about the closest roses, and upwards with longer stalks holding the delicate white daisylike flowers. However, now the foraging sparrows really are invisible, bar a thrashing and waving of the foliage, until they emerge abruptly at the edge of the clump and fall down to the lawn. The adults land upright, whereas the nestlings haven’t quite mastered the landing.
Both male and female woodpeckers visited but took different approaches to the cone peanut feeder. Despite the cone being filled to the brim, the female seems to prefer to attack the nuts at the bottom of the cone, where they’re packed in tightly, whereas today the male levered a nut from the top of the feeder where the nuts are more loosely packed and the wire netting has marginally larger holes. The little female did try the bird-table peanut feeder, but it swings away from her pecking and she didn’t stay for long. Instead she took herself to the grass beneath the cone feeder, an unusual place for her, and ate whatever chunks of the nuts she could find, which had fallen to the ground.
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