Having written about my new bird feeder I think it’s a good time to look at what I am getting in the garden. Often Summer is quite a quiet time for the feeders with an abundance of food around for the birds they can find themselves. But with the sporadic weather going back and forth between torrential rain and baking sun when the sun is shining the birds are looking to fill up on high energy foods.
Nothing puts the pigeons off coming to the feeders. Even in the rain they will sit out on the feeder getting plumper.
With lots of young sparrows around the feeders have seen the house sparrows back and forth on lots of visits.
The starlings have been swarming in large numbers, then flitting off as quickly as they came.
The blackbirds have been enjoying the wet ground, picking though for the worms come to the surface.
The goldfinches mentioned in a previous blog.
I’ve almost seen the whole tit family. There have been blue tits, great tits, long tailed and coal tits. Although I haven’t managed any photos of the coal tits.
The ever present herring gull shed mafia has been keeping watch over its domain.
I’ve also seen wrens, collared doves, jackdaws, chaffinches and thrushes. Part of the reason for getting so many I believe is down to the variety of food on the feeders. The tits seem to be going mad for the suet and peanuts. The jackdaws come for the meal worms and kitchen scraps. The pigeons seem to devour everything. The finches like the niger and the sunflower heads.
I also have feeders on different levels. Some ground feeders and some up higher on the station. Then I also have some located hanging in the trees and these seem to be favoured by the smaller birds. It’s worth trying putting more than just a seed mix out if you want to attract a variety of birds. Or if there is something you particularly want put out appropriate food.
The insect life has also been pretty good with a good variety of butterflies, dragonflies and bees coming in.
I hope you’ve enjoyed my whistle stop tour through my garden birds and all have good weekends.
I’ll finish with an Emily Browning poem.