There seemed to be so many birds in the garden this morning, just for a spell at least. Another of those brief moments in time, when it seems that all the birds have been switched into feeding mode. It coincided with me sitting in my favourite spot by the glass doors leading onto the patio.
The birds were putting on a great show. The Robin was chasing a Wren, being rather a bully actually, something they are well known for, not always as cute as they appear on the Christmas cards. Each time the little Wren broke from cover to seek out some food, the Robin would appear with an aggressive attitude, intent on forcing the Wren into hiding once more.
Meanwhile the Coal Tits had come to raid the feeder again and to fly around hiding seed here, there, and everywhere. I do enjoy watching them caching food for a rainy day, I wonder if they ever come back to claim it. Perhaps they work on the assumption that if they hide away enough, then by visiting these same places when times are hard there should be enough to be found.