Our back garden, such as it is, has been resplendent with bird activity for weeks now. They all have a technique where they come down to feed, and then as soon as one of us appears with a camera they all flee to the four corners of the earth. Lens cap on, birds come back. Lens cap off, birds fly away. However, today I tricked them by shooting pictures of flowers in the garden, and then they came down, lulled by this strange alternative pursuit. Here's a selection of images as they attack the fatballs kindly provided for their superior dining experience.....
I presume this is a juvenile, sitting atop the feeder in a wistful sort of way.
Unfortunately the grown ups are in charge.
So wistfully looking up is the next brave step.
A quick attack to gain a place at the table, followed by a scuffle.
And a new order is established.
And that is how to get service in a restaurant.......