My friend Woody returned today and was really enjoying its dinner. He is however showing me up as he could have waited for my window cleaner to come and polish up the glass.
Although he is quite cruel to other birds, I must admit he is becoming my favourite visitor, and I could watch him for ages whilst he treats my feeder like a tree trunk, its head moving in and out like a machine gun.
Enough of Woody for now, perhaps I could go out and clean the glass myself, well I do live in a bungalow, so no upper windows.
( I believe he is a she π)