A little alarming

All through the winter we feed the wild birds in various parts of the garden, including on the bedroom window sill. ┬áThere’s a stick positioned above the sill to give them somewhere to perch while waiting their turn if there’s a queue at the food counter. It makes a little boing! sound when they land. That’s our wake-up call, and usually comes just after first light.

We stop feeding them in May, and don’t begin again until winter sets in.


Yesterday morning there was a boing! A blue tit was sitting on the stick. As I watched, it flew on to the window sill, stood with its head bowed for a few moments as if searching for food, and finding none it then began hammering on the window with its beak.

Come on, little friend – it’s only mid-September! Surely it’s not winter yet?