Bird feeder.

The birds have been hungry. I refilled this only a few days ago.

In the morning I sit on my blanket box, with my coffee and toast and watch the Cole tits, blue tits, and finches visit.

They sit in the elm and when each considers it is their turn they drop from the tree, swing through the air with little more than a single mid air flutter to hang on the feeder like gymnasts.

Occasionally there are confrontations, discussions about seniority and the pecking order.

But mostly there is simply a carousel of birds swooping in and out. Enjoying their breakfasts too.

I am so glad I put a bird feeder out.