I blogged about the lack of birds in our new city garden. We put a bird feeder up at the fence where I can see it from my bedroom window, but it did not trigger any interest other than invite to it a rowdy gang of droll Jackdaws that trashed it in a few days.
So we re-assembled the broken pieces and strapped them to our Ivy Arch – the same one that made us ill from pruning it. The feeders are under the arch, hidden, secret, elusive, private.
And the birds are coming!
There are strange tiny dark brown/grey birds of a brand unknown to us. There are blue tits and there is a robin.
There will be more.
I know it.
The feeders have only been up for two days. And the benefit of their new placement is that we can watch from the kitchen, and the bedroom, and, best of all, the Furlongs can see them whilst lying in bed! Couldn’t get better than THAT could you?