Yesterday. At 7.32 a.m. (what a time, indeed). Two. Tomtits. Rushed my window. Now, as I am writing this, they are happily gobbling away on the sunflower seeds. They blackmailed me into putting them in the bird feeder. Last year, I remember, a blue tit came to my open window a weak later, demanding – […]Read More Can one trust the song of the starling?