As Good As It Got.

A childhood bird, the Blue Tit. Back in the 50`s/60`s, when the milkman came round on the three wheel float to deliver your bottles. There was always about an inch of cream at the top of each pint bottle, and the Blue tits believed this was their breakfast, tapping away on the silver top to get at the bit of cream. The milkman and bottles may be gone from the doorstep, but we still love our Blue`s and put some breakfast out for them in the garden.