A Great Tit lands.
A Great Tit attacks it’s target.
That very much depends on who you ask.

The rapid fire units of blue, coal and great tit squadron attack the targets with fury. The elegant and crafty Mr.Chaffinch and the tiny wren scurry undercover through the shrubs. These guys know where they stand in the pecking order.

The gold finches try to keep their distance surveying the scene below as the robins tend to act as MP’s on the ground. All under the gaze of general crow in the tall trees surrounding us.

The look-outs in the form of blackbirds warning of approaching danger. The sparrowhawk and the cat are the main causes of concern.

At the end of the day, dusk signals the shift change from swallows and squirrels, to the bats, badgers and foxes of the night.

Who is the greatest?

It really depends who you ask.

Photo series: Within twenty feet of my back door.