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Santa.It all started when the delivery of a new drill and drill bits coincided with my having a bit of wood left over from a green roof I made for a friend. I knocked up two blue tit boxes in a flash, then another. Before I knew it I was scouring local

couple of thrushes look curiously at the small gaggle of blue/ great/ long-tailed tits in the apple tree. Four wood pigeons hunch, bored, in the big sycamore tree. I think there’s even a robin perched way off in the distance. I only give it five minutes

splash of colour in February. The best ones are blue and share their names with Thomas the Tank Engine’s friends.  (Edward, George.)4. Six Nations Rugby. Leaves me completely cold but some people enjoy the sight of 30 large men tussling in cold mud.5

, as the four fat balls in one feeder ‘disappeared’ in about three days! I love these feeders that I hang from a branch, and enjoy watching the aeronautical displays of blue tits, starlings and sparrows on the feeders and also the blackbirds, robin, collared