“Let Me In . . .”

“. . . What a Rabble . . . Let Me OUT!”
 
 
Unripe Blue Tits *
 
With a break in the weather there was lots of activity on the feeders today, in particular the fat balls grabbed the attention of these fledglings.

The little one in the first and last frame hadn’t noticed a large hole beside where he/she was getting in/out.  And just in case you notice, in the first frame they were after the crumbs before I put a couple of new balls in.
 
*  Why ‘unripe’ Blue Tits?  Well about twenty years ago Beth, a friend of our daughter, was visiting us in Bicester.  She asked Mrs W what the little green birds were in the garden. Mrs W told her baby Blue Tits and  they would turn Blue when they matured.  Beth thought a bit and said “oh, like unripe tomatoes then . . .”