Standing at the kitchen sink just now, I noticed the bird feeder rocking again...
Which can only mean it's Chippy's dinner time. I'm
telling you, I can practically set my watch by him!
I love him. Or should I say them... Because there are literally dozens
of them zipping around in the gardens. I don't mind though... I only
wonder why we even go to the effort of filling the the bird feeders...
Because it would certainly be easier for him if we just poured the
blackoil sunflower seed down his little tunnel by the AC unit!
Easier for him, but so much less fun for me!