The great-tits in number 8 have young.The house is hanging lovely in the shade in the beech-arch.
For several days I see both parents flying off and on..to and fro...off and on.
Nothing else matters...only seeking as many caterpillars and other insects... as possible.
very softly I can hear the little ones sqeack and twitter...
demanding more food.
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