Phil ~ I am always impressed with the clarity of your shots ~ it's true that I've had little to no time to really explore the camera as I would have wished by now ~ but in the New Year, l'd like a chat about settings [I still have mine on the gold camera+ one, which is OK, but not right]
It was (still is) very windy. In such weather I resort to a baseball cap as other headgear is in danger of getting blown away. This helped prove a theory of mine that Grack and Grock recognise me by what I'm wearing on my head: it took them a long time to decide to cross the river for a handful of seed. Normally as soon as Grock saw me he would make straight for me.
Bird brains, huh?
No magpies in sight, I go out on the deck and put some food out for them, say "Brrrrrap" and within seconds they come flying in.
Hubby takes down the window feeder, taps it on the ledge, adds nuts and seeds.
He barely has time to close the window, the nut-hatches and the chickadees swoop in.
Many people hate magpies, but in reality, they are the best protectors for small birds. When they spot a hawk, they give the alert and armies of them gang up to chase the hawk away. There was an eagle in the tree across the alley a few days ago, it attracted at least 30 magpies who were trying hard to make it move.
Some times, I wonder where our primitive instincts went.
A clear calm morning today. No frost, but bitingly cold after evening rain followed by a clear overnight sky. Wearing my normal hat today, so Grack and Grock recognised me straight away and made for where I was stood for some breakfast seed.