My long-term neighbours (LTN) decided, some time ago, to pack whatever they needed and go travelling in their caravan. They are currently somewhere in Scotland.
They were good neighbours and the sort of folk who like gadgets, like to make things, build things, improve things, maintain things. Always busy, on the go. Whatever they do, they do to their utmost, they do it effectively and, with planning, and the right tools, which they have in abundance, they always end up with a very professional job.
A couple of years ago they put up a quadruple nest box on the back of their house, designed for sparrows. No-one took up residence!
Meanwhile, they let out their house to a young couple who had decided to try out living together to see how it worked out. Apparently, it’s a thing! Who knew?
They seem very pleasant, both are musical types, she a teacher of wind instruments, he, I have no idea, but he is away a lot, putting on shows of some sort.
They are both 20 something but seem childlike in their behaviour. Perhaps I’m just an old fuddy duddy.
He is very slim, quite small, and wears the normal uniform of jeans, tee shirts , and trainers. She is small and a little dumpy, and tends to wear low cut neck lines that could raise my blood pressure were I to dwell on them, especially as she has very well developed muscles.
Last Spring we were having a bumper time for birds. I have feeders all around the back garden and we cater for everyone who wants to visit. We were particularly blessed with many pairs of Goldfinches. They like Niger seed!
Next door erupted out of their patio doors, playing some sort of “chase me” game, giggling. They greeted me over the fence and we exchanged a few pleasantries. I offered to fill up their empty Niger seed feeder (all the feeders left by LTN were long since emptied) and guaranteed that within an hour their garden would have several Goldfinches visiting. The birds did not let me down.
This Spring I noticed a pair of birds very busily building in one of the apartments in the aforementioned nest boxes. If you watch too closely, and too often, they would abandon this site and move elsewhere, so I had not drawn anyone’s attention to their building.
A couple of days ago I met young lady neighbour and mentioned that they had a nesting pair in their box.
“Sparrows?” She asked.
“Great tits” I replied, my gaze sinking Southwards!
Is it true? See below.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
It is true apart from the last 3 sentences, and it is actually a pair of Great Tits that have taken up residence!
Photo by Moritz 320 at Pixabay.com
I shall be at the local community allotment, hanging out with friends!
Photo by Tony Dinh at Unsplash.com
Photo by Jay Mantri @ Pixabay.com