Dear reader!
As always in spring time I also put out every morning a small heap of feathers in the garden and really don't know who has more fun: the birds or me watching!
The Sparrows are enthralled picking up the feathers:
And after repeated over flying, during which they seem to call out to each other, if the coast is clear, also the Red-rumped Swallows are landing:
"Well, which one shall we take?"
"Here the feathers are blowing up in our faces!"
Of course, no wonder, because also the other Red-rumped Swallows are busy collecting:
A Bluetit looking for insects in the rose bushes for its offspring, also can use a flying by feather very well:
And also Mrs. Spotted Flycatcher, just arrived from Africa, aproaches the feather hill agan and again and …
… helps herself with this soft padding for the chicks:
Best regards
Birgit Kremer