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We seem to have more garden birds this year. A blue tit family is nesting in one of our boxes and we hear the chicks every few minutes as an exhausted parents returns with food. Goldfinch and coal tits are visiting the ivy. Magpies and pigeons roost on neighbours’ roofs.
Our garden creche had three baby blackbirds down from the cherry laurel today, tended by their parents. Mama taught foraging while Pops fed his chick quietly. Now there’s a barefaced stereotype.
The activity is interfering with Piglet’s bedtime. Flybys elicit an excited grunt and sleepiness is lost to concentrated focus.