
it was funny when I was seven years old, and nobody's convinced me it's still not funny, so, hey, get over it........
about a dozen of these little sweeties whizzed in to the tree in the neighbour's garden, and, then, having got what they came for, whizzed off again to some more pressing appointment. Being a bird ignoramus (as TC will attest) I went to the excellent RSPB bird identifier thingy and found this...
http://www.rspb.org.uk/wildlife/birdidentifier/form.aspx
The long-tailed tit is easily recognisable with its distinctive colouring, a tail that is bigger than its body, and undulating flight. Gregarious and noisy residents, long-tailed tits are most usually noticed in small, excitable flocks of about 20 birds. Like most tits, they rove the woods and hedgerows, but are also seen on heaths and commons with suitable bushes
why is it that birds always seem to be having fun?
I wonder if the urban bird is making a bit of a comeback. There's a woodpecker at work somewhere over the back of our place, we've seen the most magnificent jay, parakeets zip about like teenagers flittering between housepartys, there's a family of swifts/swallows across the road (I told you that I was rubbish at birds), and last month a pigeon was attacked by a small hawk barely a metre from where Susie was sitting in our tiny back garden.
So, go birdies! They're a vivid reproach to our self-obsession, caring not one wit for fast cars or foreign holidays. They've no interest in the Euro, and less in the Champions League. They're as likely to poop on Bob Diamond as anybody else. Give them a few insects, or some smaller birds, and they're happy as Larry. And they're a lot safer than tomatoes!
Bird stories, reminiscences, or even snaps here, if you please.........