Anders was after a starling this morning. I'm fond of starlings for two reasons: one is that a starling was the first bird I tried to save after a cat attack (I think it died) and the other is that they do the murmuration thing. I've not seen this very often but it is a magical sight. As Anders is not especially fast or agile, and as the starling could tell this even more expertly than can I, the bird sat on a chair and just looked at him cheekily. Poor cat.
Later, the squirrel returned and eyed me from the fence as I watched from the conservatory. This seemed to deter him from leaping onto the bird feeder and tipping out the meal worms, seeds and suet things. Mind you, the magpie can do that job as well as the squirrel and, despite Anders' relative lack of mobility, neither the birds nor the squirrel are doing any tidying up.
Oh, and talking of mess, Anders now leaves any wet food I put out. He objects to the way the flies leave eggs on it. This is fair enough, of course, and happily suggests that he is getting sufficient dry food to keep him going.
He also shits exactly where I walk to leave the food out. Which is unhelpful.
But the reason for the nest-less title is, remember the wrens? They never did use that nest. I did know that male wrens make a few nests and female wrens do a tour of local real estate and are pretty picky. Fussy bird didn't think my eaves were up to much. She's right. They say 'Location, location, location!' and this house would be lucky if it got beyond the first L.
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