Conversation overheard at the bird table this morning:
Are we in the right place
said the fieldfare
as he looked at the snow on the ground.
I thought we came here from Norway
to get away from that white stuff around.
Yes, you're in the right place
said the blackbird -
and I think we're related too.
You'll find plenty to eat at this restaurant
but you'll have to watch what you do!
The robin won't let you near his patch;
he's ready to fight to the death.
He'll guard his little beef-suet stash
down to his very last breath.
The titmice are all very helpful
as they dart from the seeds to the fat.
If you stand underneath they might drop some.
But you'll have to watch out for the cat!
The finches all come in a cluster,
their entrance is a bit of a shock.
They might have a lot of bluster
but they do add colour to the flock.
If you hide in the holly and wait
you might see the long'tailed tits.
They pop in on their way past the gate
and they cover the peanut bits.
You'll have to watch out for the big boys.
When they come, they come in a gang.
The crows, the rooks and the jackdaws
You could say they arrive with a bang!
They scatter the food to the four winds
and they go as fast as they came.
They make such a mess of the breadcrumbs,
you'd think they were playing a game.
There's two birds you've got to watch out for,
the woodpecker gives a sharp peck;
and then, of course there's the sparrow hawk
who roars through at the speed of a jet.
But the waiter and waitress are friendly.
I wish we could say thankyou, and sing.
But meanwhile we'll just eat what they give us
and we'll give them a song in the Spring! Happy eating, birds!