Better Late Than Never

Just before I was taken ill, a pair of blue tits had frequented my garden daily. I wasn't sure if they were going to nest in one of my boxes, but the male constantly attacked his 'rival' on my french doors. He would flit about on the outside chair and attack an imaginary rival he could see in my windows. Not wanting the bird to injure itselft, I moved the chairs away from the window, only to watch it land continuosly on the door handle and continue battling with the window. Not content with the window, he would fly from my apple tree to my plum tree and attack himself in the shed window and then fly back again. I was almost convinced that he would find another box for himself and his partner but as my daughter later told me, he definitely used my brown box above the french doors Unfortunately I knew nothing of this until I returned home. It was rather annoying to think I had boxes up for several years and the blue tits chose this year to nest! Unlike the house martins who are now onto there second clutch, the blue tits only seem to have had one and then flew off. I have no evidence to support the fledgling of the young but a great deal of hope!

The male blue tit attacking his rival!