Last weekend was the annual Birdwatch survey again. I know because they had the big double-goggle-eyes things out at the breakfast table. Mr B only gets those out when they want to look more closely as some bird (or birds) in the garden.
They really should learn to tell bird species apart by the way they fly and feed.
If you read my 2013 blog on the bird count you will know that the birds refused to be counted. 2014 was shaping up to be equally barren when about 15 minutes before the alloted hour was up the garden exploded into life - sparrows, tits, blackbirds, a robin, wood pigeons, collared doves, the crow family (of course), and then the magpies that hang around for whatever the crows leave behind of the cardboard cat biscuits.
I sat in the upstairs window for a better view. We can compare notes later. F was completely defeated by numbers when the STARLING RAIDERS turned up - dozens of them sweep through the garden for a few minutes every day, bullying their way past all the squirrel and big bird defences, and gobbling up everything they can extract from the fat feeders and the special trays put out for the robins.
Starlings deserve to have indigestion; they guzzle their food so fast. And as quickly as they arrived, they all disappear again. I bet she had no idea how many there were, but they were everywhere; 6 or 8 to a feeder and there are 5 feeders.
My favorite window cleaner arrived later in the morning so I was able to nap in sparking sunshine again - for as long as the sun lasted. It wasn't long before rain set in, splattering the windows anew....
They really should learn to tell bird species apart by the way they fly and feed.
If you read my 2013 blog on the bird count you will know that the birds refused to be counted. 2014 was shaping up to be equally barren when about 15 minutes before the alloted hour was up the garden exploded into life - sparrows, tits, blackbirds, a robin, wood pigeons, collared doves, the crow family (of course), and then the magpies that hang around for whatever the crows leave behind of the cardboard cat biscuits.
I sat in the upstairs window for a better view. We can compare notes later. F was completely defeated by numbers when the STARLING RAIDERS turned up - dozens of them sweep through the garden for a few minutes every day, bullying their way past all the squirrel and big bird defences, and gobbling up everything they can extract from the fat feeders and the special trays put out for the robins.
Starlings deserve to have indigestion; they guzzle their food so fast. And as quickly as they arrived, they all disappear again. I bet she had no idea how many there were, but they were everywhere; 6 or 8 to a feeder and there are 5 feeders.
My favorite window cleaner arrived later in the morning so I was able to nap in sparking sunshine again - for as long as the sun lasted. It wasn't long before rain set in, splattering the windows anew....
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