The fat ball hangs from the archway from the patio area to the lawn. We look out from the kitchen. It is virtually impossible to see the ball itself. It is covered by a mass of feathers. Half a dozen coal tits are feeding. (Quite a contrast with the 2 I reported for the Birdwatch last weekend.) They take to wing as a couple of starlings arrive on the scene. When they in turn fly off, the tits return. Our hearts are filled with warmth & joy.
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Number and varieties usually improve after the birdwatch day and hour... e.g we had an influx of long-tailed tits yesterday, not one set foot on a fatball during my Birdwatch time!
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