Robins can be very territorial, and the one who lives in our garden is no exception. This defence of his realm took less than a second. Fortunately, there was no blood.
Not this time anyway.
oOo
Robins can be very territorial, and the one who lives in our garden is no exception. This defence of his realm took less than a second. Fortunately, there was no blood.
Not this time anyway.
oOo
Now that our garden is once more a tranquil haven, punctuated only by the cursing of a man being attacked by a willow hedge (see Willow Talk – 1 for more details), the birds are back in numbers. The very occasional woodpecker may be great to see but I do love the common-or-garden ones too, particularly as their habitat is in decline. In the UK (and I guess elsewhere) concrete and lawn always seems to win out over food and bird feeders.
I keep a camera near the kitchen window – I could spend hours watching these guys. It’s like having a private TV channel!
I just love watching this lot, taking it in turns to feed from the peanuts or chase each other off the seeds. I suspect that at least one of the juvenile Blue Tits is one born in our nest box, just round the corner from the Limery.
We actual have a camera in the nest box but this year those clever birds managed to completely knock the focus out – perhaps they were trying a selfie? I don’t know but see if you can spot the bird here:
And very occasionally, we have a visitor. We don’t see pigeons here on the coast by us here in Wales – they prefer to holiday on the Aberystwyth promenade where they can fight the seagulls for the chips. This one looked a bit bewildered (much as I am every day) but seemed to figure out about eating seeds and nuts dropped by the little ‘uns.
It’s so much better than pretty much anything on TV these days!
oOo
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