✅There’s a certain magic to mornings in my garden. As the first rays of sunlight kiss the dew-laden grass, a symphony of chirps and tweets begins to unfold. Among the chorus of birds, one particular feathered friend has captured my heart: the great tit that comes to eat her breakfast every morning on the bird feeder.
This tiny dynamo, with her iridescent green and gold plumage, is a regular visitor to my little avian café. She’s a bold bird, this great tit, undeterred by my presence at the window. As I pour the seeds, her expectant eyes follow my every move. The moment the lid clicks shut, she’s there, a blur of wings and determination.
I’ve watched her raise her brood, teaching her fledglings the art of aerial acrobatics. It’s a heartwarming spectacle to see these tiny birds, their downy feathers still soft, clinging to their mother, begging for food. The garden, once quiet, is now filled with the cheerful chatter of young birds.
Winter paints a different picture. The birds, including my great tit, seem to rely on the bird feeder more than ever. The cold mornings make their tiny bodies shiver, and the food becomes a lifeline. I find myself filling the feeder more often, a small act of kindness in the face of nature’s chill.
Spring arrives, and with it, a renewed energy. The great tit’s song, a cheerful melody, fills the air. She’s back to her old self, flitting from branch to branch, her beady eyes ever watchful. And as the days grow longer, I find myself looking forward to those quiet morning moments, shared with my feathered friend.
The birds are more than just visitors to my garden; they are part of the tapestry of life that unfolds outside my window. And the great tit, with her daily ritual, is a cherished thread in this beautiful story.❎
📹GARDEN BIRDS IN THIS VIDEO:
🐦Great tit (Parus major)
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