All through the winter large numbers of blackbirds and robins (males and females) have flocked to my garden in search of a free meal. Every morning, as I sit at my breakfast bar, coffee to hand, I watch them queueing up, chitter-chattering, preening and generally chilling out as they munch their way through seed & nut mix and fat balls.
This week, something has flipped a switch in the bird brains. The pleasant chit-chat has been replaced with screeching, fierce pecking, feathers flying, and a new pecking order. Each species seems to have declared open war. The male Robins are the most quarrelsome, with the female Blackbirds running a close second. The noise sets my pup off whining and barking excitedly.
Every single bird is twitterpated! Disney paints a fluffy and cute picture of this time of year. Nature is not so fussed about PR. I think I prefer the Bambi version!