The bird-feeder distractions continue apace, to the point where I may have to find somewhere else to work in the mornings. Not only do we have the red squirrel doing its stretches, the woodpeckers, the baby tits and the ever present hope of the return of the sparrowhawk (although maybe not with an actual baby bluetit in its claws), but it’s all go underneath the feeder as well. First there was the rabbit desperately trying to make friends with the young hare, although the hare was of course way too cool to hang out with a bunny rabbit. And then a moorhen showed up with her chick – sort of a teenage chick by now – to check out what was being dropped from the feeder.
‘I’d pay good money to see a moorhen actually on the feeder,’ I said to the other half and attempted to return to my work. Just then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a black shape flying up, the woodpecker flying off in alarm and the moorhen was perched – okay, not on the feeder itself, but on the pole it hangs from. It stood there looking faintly ridiculous for a while and then flew off, with its chick following hurriedly after wildly flapping its stubby little wings.
Naturally, all of this happened far too fast for me to get my camera so you’ll have to make do with this charm of goldfinches instead. Meanwhile, it looks like it’s time to refill the feeder again…
Any chance we can get a live webcam feed?
That’s a very different kind of feeder…