I’m currently sitting in front of a window that goes all the way to floor level. As usual, every now and again as I’m sitting here, birds come up close to the window, trying to get into the space they can see through the glass, or sit on the fence a few yards away, looking in sceptically.
Just now, a wren came along, flying low to the ground, and hopping every now and again, along the length of the window, sitting on the window ledge for a moment before flying off.
The birds in these parts are incredibly large, compared to other places I’ve lived. It’s bound, in part, to be the fluffing up of feathers against the chill of the wind, but even taking that into account, we have some beefy birdies. I’ve always put the rest of it down to the sheer quantity of insects available for them to eat over the summer.
(To which I say, eat away, little birds, eat away! The fewer midges to bother me the better.)