The blue tit and the sparrow

With a new wind in my sails I started a new chapter in my novel today. I have an odd way of working. Write a bit. Get stuck. Do some dishes. Have a wee lightbulb moment. Go back and write some more. Get stuck again. Go back to the dishes. And so it goes. While I’m writing I’m also watching the birdies. They have little fear now. A coal tit was feeding today as if it was starving. Normally they don’t linger, but this one did. I wonder where they imagine all this food comes from. They’re smarter than you think.
PS I've tried to enhance the colour. It's had an unfortunate effect on the sky.