Hubs has been feeding up the local bird life – mostly, Rooks just now – with lots of luscious fat balls. He leaves the fat balls hanging in net bags on the bird feeder. The Rooks spend a bit of time untying and unhooking the net bags containing the fatty feast. Once the fat ball bags have fallen to the ground, the Rooks nip at them. The fat balls are pushed and rolled around on the grass using their beaks and the odd clawed foot or two. It’s like watching a bird version of croquet. For them, it’s not enough to just peck at the goodies through the wide gauge netting, these birds want the food unencumbered. Any missed morsels to be found at the base of the bird feeder, or, in the grass, are picked up by a few smaller birds that sneak in. They know the Rooks will not bother them as the Rooks have the bigger prize. The smaller birds also know that being amongst the Rooks will provide protection for them from any marauding predatory birds.
We’ve had the first few days of bright breezy drying weather for many weeks. As cold as it is, (balmy highs of 4-5 deg C with wind chill) you take advantage of it to get the laundry out on the washing line to dry. As a thank you for hubs tender loving care and forethought in providing delicious fat balls, the Rooks have copiously shat all over my washing. About 90% of it. Of course, they waited for the day I pegged out big stuff like bed covers and sheets!