Nut - I have a set of the black bird silhouette stickers on the huge windows of my veranda in France and they seem to do the trick - no casualties since they were put up. I think the birds see greenery reflected in the glass and fly towards it....
I think that must be it gg. I'll see if I can alter the look of things from their point of view
so where do they all go? RSPB assures us that if they are not in our gardens, somebody else will be counting them but |I'm beginning to wonder about a big black hole....
All my birds deserted me on bird count day. I think the neighbours with kids put out food that day,and my birds went to check out new feeding points. The blackbirds are currently queuing in the magnolia, waiting for breakfast.
I think you may have sussed it Fidget
New restaurant in town, everyone tries it, then goes back to the trusted favourite.
I feed the birds all year round. They know where to come in bad weather.
Same here - but maybe I'll try some new feeds over the next few weeks to keep them on their toes and interested in my garden and not other peoples
Woke up this morning to see new visitors at the feeders, long tailed tits, lots of them too, a really nice surprise for New Years Day
And lo! What have we here ! A New Year Blue tit, oop t'lotty. Happy new year everyone.
About this RSPB bird count. I can identify with all the comments about the birds disappearing on the day, when the day before, there were veritable FLOCKS of whatever you can think of ! Only yesterday, Vee and I counted 4 starlings, 3 dunnocks, 8 spuggies, 4 (?) blue tits, 2 Blackies,(waiting for us!) evidence of pheasants scratching around under the feeders, and, WAIT FOR IT !........ a first timer, a small group of LONG TAILED TITS ! TA DAHHHHHHH ! It was the first time Vee had seen them live, and only three days ago, I had been wistfully thinking how nice it would be to see some oop t'lotty. All things come to those who wait with good intention. But, RSPB census is the kiss of death for our birds. I do however, send them reports of what turns up whenever an unusual visitor condescends to bestow upon us , it's presence and glory to wor plot.
So here we go again. Another year of planning ( ho ho ho ho ), digging and preparation for the best, expecting the worst and getting something wonderful where we least expect it. As it Tony Hancock show, 'It's a GAME, isn't it Sid'?