The best laid plans of mice and men and aspiring wildlife photographers! My story actually starts with a cat......
Grace, 17, deaf, senile, and not good at looking after herself any more (see below).
Birdboxes are the next part of the story, this
and this, both sited according to the best advice.
Back to the cat. Grab her when she's not looking..
.. and comb out the lumps of matted fur,
.. which she can stand for a short while but then starts to use, erm, language.
The result is lumps of ideal nesting material which is placed
in this wire cage, suspended quite close to the back windows.
Our local bluetits suss out the safety, this way
and that -
and then get stuck in,
and gymnastic skill.
A pair of Great Tits took their turn
providing much amusement. (All these titpics had to be taken through glass - they would never turn up if I was lurking outside).
You noticed. This isn't my box - the tits avoided my boxes and used the fur elsewhere. This was a promising shot at our daughter's house 20 miles away.
I spent a whole afternoon watching this pair visit with nesting material,
and after all that, a few days later, they were gone elsewhere. Shame!
So what else to do but go down town and have a wander by the river.
The ducks are so used to being fed that they are practically underfoot before hurling themselves into the water.
I almost kicked this one in!
Sometimes they arrive with grace (no, not the cat)
and once in a while quite artistically.
Try a little bokeh for variety,
before taking the hint from a swan's goodbye wave and calling it a day.
Clearly our bird boxes are not sufficiently upmarket for our local tits - even the sparrows ignore them - and I took care to site them according to the best advice, too. Never mind, it gave an excuse to tell a little story. I hope you have enjoyed it.
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