Chilling with blue tits

Ste Lucie
Yesterday's weather: cold, cold, colder

Happy birthday to Vikki x x x x xx

The fig tree outside the kitchen window has always been full of birds. It's lovely watching them, blue tits, great tits, chaffinches, robins - all sorts of small birds come and visit.

Sitting watching them the other day, Mum suggested putting a bird table in the tree. I was worried that the cats might enjoy this as a new playground but Mum seemed to think that they would just ignore the birds.

Never one to let the grass grow under his feet, Jon immediately got up from the lunch table and went to the garage to create a bird chateau for gourmet feathered friends. He duly put it in the tree and we waited for the visitors.

And waited.

And waited.

Aiming to tempt them a little Mum had put out some cheese, bacon scraps and bread for the little dears. I added a fat ball which I bought in the garden centre and some bird seed, interstingly labelled 'Meusli' - well, we thought we would attract the gourmet birds with this house.

A lone blue tit appeared, ignored the chateau and headed straight for the fat ball which it seemed to like very much thank you.

A week later and the blue tit is still visiting.

No other birds, just the one.

I just have this feeling that one day I'm going to look out and find a blue tit bigger than the tree shouting at me to feed him.