Great tits

Feed the birds, tuppence a bag - well that's wrong for starters, try twelve quid and you wont be far wrong. I'm a feeder and I replenished my seed stock at the garden centre yesterday and came away light of purse. So you wont be surprised to hear that I was cursing the sparrows as I watched them from the safe distance of the kitchen window as they scattered my seed to the wind. "That's 0.0001p worth of food that is" I yelled as I thumped the window as the bleeders sorted the wheat from the chaff and let the rest spill to the ground.
Thing is feeding the birds these days is a bit of a 'lifestyle' statement. Fine chuck bread out if all you want is a black bird or two and the occasional wren but if you want neighbour envy you've got to put the time in, chucking out white sliced is comparable to putting an old fridge in your front garden - common! I've got my fat balls, nyger seed and songbird seed and as a result I've got blue and great tits, blackbirds, starlings, robins, green finch, gold finch, common finch, sparrows, ducks (yes, ducks), crows and a pheasant, woodpecker and I am pleased to announce, I have got thrush. But it's a costly business.
I find my birds raise my profile in the neighbourhood. So you can imagine my delight that next door but one has moved. They had ornate bird feeders about their garden and I would look at the flocks they attracted with binoculars, I was a twitcher all right, a curtain twitcher planning ways to lull their birds into my garden!