The Birds at My Feeder: The Delightful Blue Tit (Cyanistes caeruleus)

After writing about magpies and sparrows, it’s time to shine the spotlight on my favorite visitor—the charming blue tit (Cyanistes caeruleus). Every time I catch a glimpse of one at my feeder, I can’t help but feel a spark of joy. They’re tiny, colorful, and full of character, making them the ultimate highlight of my … More The Birds at My Feeder: The Delightful Blue Tit (Cyanistes caeruleus)

The Birds at My Feeder: Eurasian Tree Sparrow (Passer montanus)

While I wrote about the bold magpies last time, I completely forgot to mention the real stars of my bird feeder—the Eurasian tree sparrows (Passer montanus). It’s almost funny because they’re the most common visitors here, hopping and chirping like they own the place. How could I overlook them? I couldn’t help but chuckle when … More The Birds at My Feeder: Eurasian Tree Sparrow (Passer montanus)

The Birds at My Feeder: Eurasian Magpies (Pica Pica)

As winter sets in, my bird feeder has become a busy spot, but none are as bold as the Eurasian magpies (Pica pica). These black-and-white birds often arrive in groups, their loud calls signaling their dominance. When they swoop in, smaller birds like sparrows and finches scatter—magpies make sure they get first pick of the … More The Birds at My Feeder: Eurasian Magpies (Pica Pica)

The Birds at My Feeder: Willow Tit… or Maybe Marsh Tit? (Poecile montanus or Poecile palustris)

After appreciating the bold personality of the Great Tit, I turned my attention to another, quieter visitor to our feeder. At first, I thought it was the Willow Tit. Its soft, understated plumage—subtle browns, grays, and a small black cap—fits the description perfectly. But as I watched more closely, doubt crept in. Could it be … More The Birds at My Feeder: Willow Tit… or Maybe Marsh Tit? (Poecile montanus or Poecile palustris)

The Birds at My Feeder: The Great Tit…boring

Great Tit (Parus major) is the first and most frequent to arrive. Its familiar black-and-yellow plumage, framed by a bold black head, is a cheerful sight against the duller tones of the season. I’ll admit, the Great Tit feels a bit predictable—its visits so routine that I sometimes catch myself dismissing it as boring. But … More The Birds at My Feeder: The Great Tit…boring