I cleaned out the bird box. Look at the perfect blue tit nest. #anotherboringbirdtweet

I was sad to throw it out, but I dare say it may have had mites. All clean and ready for next year, fingers crossed.

I cleaned out the bird box. Look at the perfect blue tit nest. #anotherboringbirdtweet

I was sad to throw it out, but I dare say it may have had mites. All clean and ready for next year, fingers crossed.

Blue tit fledgling: the little runt

The blue tits from the garden box fledged yesterday. Two that we saw got away safely and are still being fed in the nearby trees by mum from our feeders. The little runty one fledged about 8 hours after his siblings, and I have no idea how he ended up at the other side of the garden among the baby willow as he seemed unable to fly. Mum visited him frequently to feed him, and he hopped around quite happily for many hours, however he was attacked by a bird when we weren’t looking. This first nest box has been quite a rollercoaster experience.

Baby blue tit update: ever decreasing numbers?

The beginning of this audio is from Sunday morning, there is one strong voice and at least one other quiet one. This is quite a change from the cacophony of tiny voices I heard a week ago. Today there is one very strong voice, sounding about ready to fledge, but that’s all I hear. I have the fear about emptying this box when they fledge, I fear I may find many little bodies. 

Defying the neighbours

It’s been a torrid time these past few weeks. The neighbour at the bottom of our garden has installed a hideous plastic owl to deter birds from their garden. It’s aimed I’m sure at the pigeons, but they couldn’t care less. It has however decimated the small bird population at such a crucial time. She is within her rights to do so, and I know to speak to her about it would be a bad move; we both have a temper.

Anyway, it gladdened my heart to see the blue tit that had previously shown interest in the box, filling it with nesting material, coming a couple of weeks on and storing food. There may be babies after all, if we are lucky.

I put a bird table out in our small suburban garden a year ago and a minor obsession was born.

Gorgeous Gareth (@downwithdesign) suggested I do a blog of the birds that come, so I did. He also gifted me the fabulous logo (thank you G xx). The blog is as much for me as anyone; I live in fear that one day they will all disappear.

PS. Should you be a masochist you can follow my daily garden bird ramblings on twitter, @serialfrenchies, usually under the #anotherboringbirdtweet hashtag.