There is a local buzzard who wheels majestically over. You always know he or she is around when the sky and garden are suddenly bare of birds. We had to dismantle the newly erected bird table due to lightning attacks from the sparrowhawk. We have also had to cover the pond with netting since the heron took the only silver fish, the one it could see glinting in the moonlight at 1.30 am as it sat watching from the roof of the house. I never knew they were nocturnal birds. The jays are around a lot at the moment. One is copying the squirrel's method of swinging the peanut feeder until food falls out, whereupon it jumps to the ground and eats it.
The wood pigeons are sitting on a branch of the oak tree, billing and cooing. It's so sweet to watch them rubbing beaks and nibbling at each other. The blackbirds appear to have sorted out their territorial disputes and now just one pair appears regularly in the garden whereas before there were five birds, three males and two females. I hope the lone male has found a mate. I also hope last year's lone thrush, whose mate was killed by a cat (perhaps even ours), will find a mate and successfully breed this year.
Blackbird
Heron
Pied Flycatcher
Song Thrush
Tits: Blue Tit, Great Tit, Long-Tailed Tit, Coal Tit
Woodpeckers, Green and Great Spotted Wood Pigeon - also Town Pigeon and crossbreeds
Wren Yellowhammer
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