Garden visitors

Are many and varied, mostly of the winged variety.  Sparrows, blue tits, great tits, long-tailed tits, are all regulars, as are blackbirds and robins.  The robins bob about nervously if they see me but the blackbirds are more confident.  They like to forage in the compost heap.  The wren is a blink-and-you'll-miss-it visitor.
The bigger boys are jackdaws, magpies, collared doves, a noisy mob of starlings with oil-coloured feathers and lethal beaks.

Very early in the morning a jay arrives, a real favourite with their flash of sky-blue on it's wing but best of all are the nuthatch.  These babies dart everywhere, come zooming out of trees and back again like lightening.  They no longer veer away quickly if I'm there, so I get more time to admire their pointed shape, lovely colour and long line of kohl on their eyes.

There are the usual mice and squirrels, one of which spent an entire day in a tree motionless with shock after a close call with a cat.  The bats start wheeling around in the twilight and then the unseen owls call.  I've no idea what kind they are, but am glad that they are there.

a Jay

 

 

 a wee Nuthatch

a lovely Wren