Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Feed The Birds


Robin 1-2

I thought this robin was about to jump on the end of the lens. Hungry birds in extreme conditions seem to let their guard down.

Robin 5-2

I shot these in the lane today along with a blackbird, scratting about in one of the few bits of bare earth to be found, under a drystone wall.



I saw a sparrow hawk twice, fleetingly; powerful, scythe like.

I noticed walking around the field yesterday that he at least is getting a meal.

Feed the birds-2


there were feathers,

Feed the birds 2-2


lots of little feathers blowing across the snow, coming to rest under the wall.

Feed the birds 1-2

Little birds desperate for food, make for easy pickings, for further up the food chain.

I’ve been trying to do my bit for all the birds, filling the feeder, putting food on the bird table, unfortunately, not all my donations have reached those for whom they were intended. I caught Spud red handed. Spud!

Feed the birds; Spud!-2

Just over the hills into Cheshire, it was –18c last night. Feed the birds.


Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

11 thoughts on “Feed The Birds

  1. Better feathers in the field than the en-suite! Fudge (cat) brought a bird in earlier in the week. Feathers everywhere. Found the bird on the kitchen worktop, still alive so I put it back out.

    For Christmas, I got a bird feeder and bird box. Fudge is very happy with my presents!

  2. Is spud pinching the bird nuts

    It was minus 10 here when i awoke this morning very early.

  3. That little Robin is so cute 🙂

  4. The other half gets mugged by our resident blackbird and robin (the dynamic duo) the minute he steps outside the front door, wanting to know where their food is!

  5. Loving that cheeky pup.

  6. The robin…soo sweet!!

  7. Wait, wait – your robins are completely different from ours! Yours are quite plump and adorable and . . . your blackbirds are different, too! But your dogs? Your dogs are exactly like ours, except perhaps better behaved, which gives you an idea of what we have to put up with. Never mind the dangling participle. Or whatever.

    “Little birds desperate for food, make for easy pickings, for further up the food chain” pretty much sums up all of Darwin, doesn’t it? Not to mention local politics.

    Thought you’d like to know that directly on account of your post I’ve decided to invest quantities of hard-earned cash in sunflower seed. What the who. If there are no birds left at the end of it, I don’t know as I want to be there at the finish of this hard winter either. So there.

  8. Yes. What Gerry said. Your robins & blackbirds are totally different than ours. And fat!! 🙂

    And Spud! I actually L’d-OL!! LOVE that shot!

    It will be 15 or 16 degrees F here tonight, setting a record, and I am doing nothing but complaining about it. I will have to rethink that. Stay warm!

  9. I third Gerry’s remarks about how different your robins look. Ours know enough to fly south, because we always have nasty winters.

    Spud at the bird feeder — naughty, but adorable.

  10. Yes, American robins are different to British ones, although I know of some living in Sussex.

    As I’ve said before, you tell a good tale, Mrs Uhdd. I love the way that one thing leads to another in your stories.

  11. I love that second robin picture! Them and the blackbirds are the birds that I’ve seen most of during this cold snap.
    As for Spud…! xx

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