Tit in a trance
I have a little Blue Tit and his mate, doing a frenzied, pointless little dance outside my living room window.
They are both bouncing up and down against the glass, in an attempt to perch on the horizontal trimmings of the window.
The problem is that they are sealed inside the two pieces of glass and Mr Tit and his pretty wife, have spent the day pogo-ing up and down, little beaks smacking the pane.
He looks rather puffed out now and more than a little cheesed off. Or pehaps that look is confusion.........
I shall try and get a photo of them in action.
Charmed?
I'll say.
posted by Kayfer Kettle @ 11.4.07
6 Comments:
So, K, you've spent all day watching a pair of tits bouncing up and down, eh?
£175 seems a bit on the low side! :-)
Tits bouncing against glass no less! LOL!!!!
No, in truth I saw them at 8.00 this morning and they were still there at 6.00 when I cam back in.
I sat and watched them a little later on, and I think they are nesting up in the guttering or something, and I reckon he might have been able to see his reflection perhaps and reckoned on a scrap with a rival?? I'm guessing, as I'm no tit, or indeed other bird expert.
I defer to your perhaps better knowledge.....
K xx
One of our fellow bloggers, the great gildersleeve, has noted the return of squirrels to his garden recently. There's not much scope for wildlife in our street but I don't think you'd have to go very far to find urban foxes. The thing about my neck of the woods is that every spring and summer we are harrassed by seagulls. They nest in the chimney pots and then dive bomb passers by once the eggs have hatched. I remember once getting a bit pissed at a friends house and getting dive bombed as I staggered home. It must've been quite a site!
LPJ, this reminds me of the news story I saw once, where a guy who had been pooped on by a Gull, shut it in the boot of his car and basically forgot about it.
After what must have been a very hot, nasty day for Mr Gull, matey opened the boot and the crazed bird flew out.
From that day forward, it bombed him on every sighting, often pecking a nasty hole in his somehwat balding head. Ouch!
As for my little Tit, he is clearly fighting what he thinks is a rival.
He's even pecking at his reflection in the car wing mirrors!
Nutter.
K xx
It sounds you've got a tit with what most people would call "small bloke syndrome"!
Mind you, most blokes with "small bloke syndrome" are complete and utter tits so I suppose there's a kind of symmetry going on. Well, at this time of night, after wine and vodka, it seems that way to me!
Indeed LPJ, and this little fella doesn't show any signs of giving up the fight any time soon.
K xx
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