A pair of coal tits have made a welcome return to our bird table. My favourite members of the tit family. Shy grab-raiders. They wait till the bird table is unoccupied, fly in, grab a single sunflower seed heart, and are gone in an instant. I’d recognise their jizz from 50 paces.
“…wonderful. Science and history and geography and evolution and culture all tangled up in musings while walking about the moors around Hebden Bridge.”—PZ Myers
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