At 20:10 this evening I watched Thomas, the blue tit, wake up for a while in order to preen one of his wings. Perhaps he was bothered by some mites, but he certainly didn't catch them in his new immaculate home, though it's not so clean now. He left a puddle in it a couple of days' ago, and then yesterday he turned it into a toilet proper! It really is facinating to watch this dear little creature at home by himself, but I still delight in watching a group of tits feeding on the suet slabs that we hang in several positions around the garden.
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