After the wet day yesterday, this morning's early sunshine was greeted by singing Blackcaps and song thrushes galore! Blackbirds were busily collecting grubs for their young. I watched one blue tit keep taking a feather in and then out again of one of the nest boxes in SSW as though it's partner was inside saying " No George!". It tore it up into a smaller piece and was finally satisfied,flying off to find another offering.
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