Last weekend I took part in the British Big Garden Birdwatch. I'm not entirely sure why, because every year I go through the same agony: "What if the birds don't come?"
At any other time of the year, our garden is practically bursting at the seams with birds of all varieties, including, occasionally, really exciting ones such as the gold crest (of which I saw one this morning); but come the Big Birdwatch weekend, and hey, presto! they all vanish, and all I get to put down is two sparrows and a blue tit. I swear those birds can read RSPB leaflets. Maybe being put on the "endangered" list gives them bird street cred. or something...
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