A good deal of today’s activity has been a familiar mixture of importunate fledglings, frantic parents, fleeting jackdaws and the tank-like body of the wood pigeon working back and forth across the grass like an automatic vacuum cleaner on the lawn.
The major flash of colour came from a male woodpacker, who came right up to the greengage tree, to attack the fat balls. He grasped the ball feeder by the topmost wire loops and bent his tail upwards to create a steadier platform and allow him to dig into the fatty mixture more aggressively. I finally had to move behind the glass, which scared him off.
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