The moment I was out of the way, in came the robins. I have two, and they're fighting. Possibly they're rivals, or just a very acrimonious couple, it's hard to tell with robins. Hot on their heels came the blackbirds, a big roaring-girl female, the squabbling males (there's now a definite winner) and the quiet one. Then the magpies -- a pair, I think, strutting around like they owned the place. I think it's safe to say that everything got eaten, unless the frogs managed to get out of the magpies' way.
So I freecycled my birdtable and all the remaining bird food to a nice lady called Anita who lacks trees so needs cover for the birds, as I am clearly doing enough. Later the same day I discovered that there were ladybirds overwintering in the half-eaten rosehips I'd left on the bushes all winter! My scruffy ways surely encourage the wildlife, but I should remember that that can also be a bad thing.
Oh, and further to something, here's something else from je suis spamusement:
|taking on the classics
Not based on anyone I know oh dear me no.
It was a weird weekend.