Following on from the butterfly on the sofa incident I can now reveal I’ve had a great tit in my conservatory. No sniggering please! My house is beginning to resemble the rhyme about the woman who swallowed a fly. I wouldn’t be surprised to see a buzzard in my bathroom next.
The great tit earns its place as the second creature in my list of every living thing in my house and garden – though of course I thought it might enter the garden category rather than the house. In Norfolk they call this bird the sharp saw. This is because of the noise it makes when it calls. The RSPB guide describes this noise as ‘siiih siiih si-surrrr’. Mmh. I think I’ll have to put the cd on.
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