They would shop at Waitrose

An amazing selection of birds have been fighting over the grub outside and what's more they are all being very fussy.

Sofa girl was fed up with the view out of the gray, cold, soggy sitting room window so enterprising old man fixed some wild bird food on the tree outside. We'd done this before so I knew it wouldn't be long before the birds arrived. So I waited, and waited, and waited.


There was an interesting chat about the old man's balls being disliked by the birds. 'Impossible' he said, 'the balls come from Yorkshire'. People from Yorkshire appear to have no self doubt at all.






Anyway, the birds ignored them. I generously suggested that maybe the birds were on a New Year's diet?





Having taken down anything Christmassy, the old man came across some old wildbird food which had been purchased in healthier, wealthier days in Waitrose.




I had joked that if we ever ran out of food, we could eat this column of glop. It even contained soft shelled crabs, a year or so ago.







Well, it was like a re-enactment of 'The Birds'. All of these little fellows have had a go and come back for more. A robin, a blue tit, a blackbird and a never seen (by me) in Brighton before, a pied wagtail.



Then fortunately two ring-necked doves.







It was all lovely until the bullies arrived. The starlings hate everyone and make a racket.







Why are magpies so spooky? Are we super superstitious about them because of 2013? Or is it just cos they hang around roads waiting...


At least seagulls can stomp around, looking stroppy, often too angry to remember to fly.


now I just need to look less like Hitchcock and more like Tippi Hendren.



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