RICE BALLS, FAT BALLS, AND HUNGRY BIRDS
It snowed a few days ago and the temperature here, high on the Pennine Mountains in West Yorkshire, is freezing cold. The snow is lingering despite the sunshine and blue sky. My car is still covered in icy snow, the road is covered with ice, and my Ragdoll cat, Alfie, and I have not been venturing out. We are both whining about it now. I've been watching the birds, particularly the Collared Doves and Thrushes, coming and going from my bird feeding station and the seed feeders are emptying fast. As nearly all my store of wild bird seed has now gone, I boiled some rice and formed it into balls. A year ago I bought a huge bag of niger (or nyjer) seed, thinking I was being clever and getting a bargain, but the birds have shown little to no interest in the special feeder for that tiny, dark brown seed. Goldfinches are said to be attracted to niger! So, I have rolled the rice balls in the niger seed and the visiting bi...