The bird feeders are - unsurprisingly - one of the most popular places in the garden at the moment. They're mostly visited by the Blue Tits and Great Tits, who are common and bold! - but at least once a day, more unusual visitors venture up. The Greater-Spotted Woodpecker usually pays a visit - though for me to get any photograph at all, I have to hide behind cupboards and only very tentatively emerge to shoot - he really is a very nervous fellow - but it's worth it, as he is so beautiful.
The THREE cock pheasants who have filled Mr. Magnificent's pitch are similarly nervous - but hopefully will become more used to me as the days pass. I call the birds each time I put food out for them - Mr. Mag got to know my voice well, and would come running up the garden when he heard it - I wonder if any of this trio will end up doing the same?
Contractors for the Electricity Board came to do some required tree surgery last week - but instead of discarding the trimmings - or taking them away to be chipped and disposed of, they very kindly brought their chipping machine into the field next door, chipped all the twiggy branches, firing them over the wire fence into the hidden, utility corner of my garden - and also cut up the trunks of the ash saplings/trees into wonderful logs, which will dry out, stacked up in the inglenook for 6-9 months and will then give a lovely burn for winter next year.
I leave you with a very grumpy pussy cat - Pip confined to quarters while the birds have their 'breakfast'. He thinks ill of me for coralling him - especially when he has allowed himself to be caught from up a tree and brought in under duress :-). No matter though - he was fast asleep five minutes after this photo was taken, being a pussy cat of very little brain (or memory!)