For the past few days, a group of very noisy Starlings, including at least two juveniles, have been occupying most of the feeding stations, except for the peanut feeder, which I guess they are not designed to tackle. They would certainly be too impatient. Both sexes of the Great Spotted Woodpecker have, however, again made good use of it and they also regularly feed on the fat slabs and the seeds in what we call The Sanctuary, so named because this caged area is not accessible to the birds of prey who had come to treat the Couryard garden as a "breakfast bar". Both Pheasant mothers have left their nests, but they no longer have any chicks following them around.
Greba is still sitting on her six eggs, but I hope her absence for a few hours late one night didn't allow them to get cold. We should know in a few days time.
The last of the daffodils are fading, and the grass in the Wild Garden is growing along with nettles that we cannot tackle as the Toro mower has not yet been returned following an essential maintenance service.
There is good news from the corner of the garden where the bee hive is situated. John has decided it is necessary to add what is called a "super" to the layers. This means that I am likely to get an increase in the number of pounds of honey that the bees can spare.