As well as our Capitalist Bees, at Schloss Drew we have a couple of holly trees that are well-patronised by out-of-town redwings and fieldfares when it gets really parky. This year the berries hung like grapes, so we reckoned on bitter weather at some stage in the winter. December and January were mild, but February is not letting anyone down; and yesterday the redwings arrived.
They are nervous birds when not on home territory, and even the tits feel emboldened to mob them. Not that the locals are interested in the berries; but there are chirruping rights to assert. Still, hunger is hunger and the redwings persist.
They will probably harvest a week's worth this year, such is the crop.