I was recently gazing through the back window into our small outside space and started to wonder where all the birds had gone. The yard was empty. Now, as a small animal, I know winters can be tough. I have a lot of sympathy for other tiny creatures, especially the birds. Mrs Mouse reminded me we had an old bird-feeder hanging around. No food, no birds. So I went down to Greenford Timber for some peanuts (which, contrary to their reputation, are quite expensive). I filled up the bird-feeder and hung it on the washing line and waited. And, quite magically, after just a few minutes, a little, nervous, fluttering blue tit appeared on a rose branch. He eventually plucked up the courage to fly down to the feeder. He plucked a nut and flew away as fast as his little wings would carry him, terrified some predator would steal...
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