Many months ago, I made a bird-feeder out of a small china jug and a hairpin.
By fluke I saw a bird feeding from it the following morning, but it was a good few weeks if not months before birds became a common sight. The visitors were shy, wary of the six or seven native cats of the backgreen. Then, when I did spot them feeding, the camera was never to hand.
Nonetheless, feed they did, all summer, rarely on view. The seeds surreptitiously disappeared; again and again I topped them up.
Finally, yesterday evening, I caught sight of this fellow:
He was too fast to get a shot of him taking the seeds. I managed one photo: a brown blur half obscuring the jug, and not worth showing.
Nb. beady-eyed readers may spot that the jug is the other way up. Now the rain can’t get in.