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@ 08/01/2009 – 17:14:32
It has been perishing cold for the last week, and going outside the back door is like being an extra in a low-budget remake of The Birds.
All along the rooftops and in the trees are a softly chirping gang of hopeful blackbirds, waiting for me to come out armed with my twice-daily ration of corn, porridge oats and sultanas to stoke their reptilian heat. Spooky....
Usksider
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MissyMouse
I hope those birds have not left calling cards everywhere in their appreciation of the meals!
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loiswakeman
Thay have indeed - I make sure to inspect my shoes every time I step back inside, just in case.
Foxwriter
The branches are black and stark against the washed out, frozen blue sky.
The blackbirds perch uneasily, glowering at me from their unsteady branches.
Feed me, they telegraph . I'm so cold and hungry. Feed me, monkey. Feed me.
Bugger that! I'm not going out there to have my eyes pecked out by a feathered Norman Bates.
We have a regular group of blackbirds come back here every winter they wait in the trees every morning for me to feed them. This morning we had a wagtail first ive seen for a while.
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I've been feeding the flocks too... and seem to have managed to entice a mistle thrush to join my more usual gang. I'd never seen one around here before so I suppose it must've been finding life hard in the wild.