A friend was telling me about some of the feathered visitors to his garden, today...and it got me thinking...

The place where I now live has a window that overlooks the Curly Willow tree in the garden, right up high, on 'bird level' and it's a real pleasure to sit and watch them in their secret world...

In this particular tree there's a beautiful wood pigeon who sits there for hours sometimes, nightimes too, just swaying in the breeze, happy as a er...a wood pigeon, rather than a lark...

The tiny blue tits (no jokes, lads...well...just a few then) ;0)...the tiny blue tits seem to prefer the feathery mimosa tree and they chase each other around in there.....

And the squirrels jump from tree to tree like acrobats..


But I got to thinking about how many more birds I used to see, as a child...the endless sparrows, starlings, blackbirds, robins and thrushes...yet they seem to much fewer now..

Down on Dartmoor, we used to have a little wren, tiny little thing she was, who'd dart in and out of the small spaced lattice fencing, almost as if she was playing on it, loving being able to do that...and I used to watch her for ages, her little wren's tail pointing to the sky...

Birds make me happy. (lads, please!) :0)


Anyway, I was just wondering what feathered friends come to your gardens, as I know we've contributors from many parts of the world on Mudcat....

Lizzie :0)