Show Me the Way to Go Home.

Armed with some more horse hair, or pony hair if you wish to be pedantic, I spent an hour sat on my camping stool by the edge of the lawn. Getting this close to the usual suspects does prevent most of them from putting in an appearance but, the braver ones are not put off and, when there are only a few around, it is easier to single them out and avoid distractions. I find it somewhat surprising that they not only still want nesting material this late in the year but that they can manage to find their way home carrying that lot in their beaks.