Well, it is bank holiday and it is raining again. Â I say this despite the sunshine of earlier in the month, because it was raining this time last year. Â I remember this specifically because we spent far too much of our day watching recently fledged blue tits, great tits and coal tits in the garden, and were thankful that they had chosen a rainy bank holiday because our neighbour had gone out for the day and left the little furry killing machine (aka Harry the cat) indoors.
I think that things are running a bit later this year as the blue tits don’t look as manky yet and do not seem overly interested in the mealworms. Â The sparrows have, however, fledged, their youth betrayed by their awkward flights around the garden and their constant clamouring for food. Â Life for an adult sparrow seems much akin to that of human parents really, particularly for the one female who spent some time gathering mealworms for the noisy offspring, popped out from the feeder to hand them over, then stood on the fence looking vexed and wondering where they had wandered off to. Â Baby sparrow had popped over to the other side of the garden to investigate a different fence which looked more interesting!
Hopefully it will rain when the blue tits finally decide it is time for independence.