Recognise this:
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That’s the RSPBs logo for the Feed the Birds day which took place yesterday. So as I was wondering around the large DIY supercentre in Grimsby the boss found a supersize feeding station and said it would be perfect for – you guessed it, feeding the birds. It has everything, hooks for fat balls, feeding tray, water bowl and four big loops to hang peanut and seed feeders from. It looked pretty impressive and I decided the birds in our garden just simply could not live without it.
So we bought the feeding station, which took nearly an hour to make and even then we’re not convinced of its sturdiness. Went to a discount store and bought as much feed, peanuts, fat balls and meal worms I could carry in my arms and we were ready.
I might have been a little over zealous with my buys because in actual fact I had somehow got it in my head that the above picture meant it was also the RSPB bird watching weekend too. Alas, it wasn’t – that takes place in April. I know this because I do it every yr. The boss then also decided we’d been a bit hasty but it’s far too late to go back on all these purchases now.
The impressive bird feeding station is now placed within the centre of the lawn, surely never to be moved as the placing spike went in the ground to 2feet but is well placed to do some serious bird spotting from both the dinning room and the kitchen. I filled the feeders up, added the water, hung the fat balls and I even soaked the meal worm in warm water for 15mins to soften it up a bit.
If you think all that’s a bit overkill its because anything remotely animal like gets the full 100% spoilt treatment in our house (or garden). I think I am desperately trying to fill the massive hole in my heart that my doggy has left in her passing away.
So far the feeding station (which sounds like some kind of NASA term) has encouraged about 15 starlings (who went straight for the juicy mealworm), 6 sparrows, too many doves (although they haven’t learnt how to use the open feeding dish), one blackbird, one robin and to my great excitement – one goldfinch.
Not bad for a weekend feeding frenzy.
