Christmas birds

3 months ago

So Christmas has reached Russia. In Russia, Christmas is 13 days behind the rest of the Christian World. As patriots like to say, Russia has a special path, the best and most correct one, than the rest of the world.
This morning, Christmas greeting cards have been coming to me from friends via messengers. I ask them, Will you celebrate? The answers are ambiguous - someone says that we will sit down at the table, and someone does not. But when asked how you will celebrate, everyone says the same thing - as always, alcohol and food.
In Russia, we don't know how to celebrate Christmas; only real believers pray all night in church.

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January 7. The time is 7:49. I had planned to get up at 6 a.m. today, but I stayed in bed until 7 a.m. because I had gone to bed at 2 a.m. yesterday.
The sky cleared of clouds at night, but the red sunrise indicated a windy day ahead.

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The horizon is starting to lighten, but a large cloud is moving in from the south. At first, I thought she was backing away from us, but it turned out to be the opposite.

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The moon is still visible in the western sky. The chickadees have already arrived at the feeder. The early bird has more time to eat.

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8:45 a.m., the sun has already risen above the horizon, it has become much lighter.

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The sun rises higher, the moon sinks lower, there are even more birds in the tree, people started walking on the street, and I went for a walk with my dog.

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I came home, the sun was already shining well on the tree, which had a lot of birds, among which there were about a dozen Redpolls. This is again one of the signs of climate change towards warming. I had never seen these birds near a feeding trough in winter before. They arrived in autumn and spring. But at the moment, I see flocks of Redpolls even in the woods and meadows.
A small fluffy ball. In the morning, the thermometer was -19 degrees. It is difficult for a small bird to keep heat in its body, but it has fluff for this and it knows how to control it. And most importantly, we need food.

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This year I bought 100 kilograms of sunflower seeds. I specially took small seeds so that it would be easier for small birds to crush the husks with their small beaks. But the birds eat carelessly; they rummage through the pile of seeds in the feeder, and a lot of food falls on the snow. But the fallen seeds do not disappear; feathered boys and girls are already eating them at the bottom.

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In spring, there is a thick layer of husk under the tree.

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This is a rare guest in my tree. A chickadee with a thin blindfold. Of course I'm joking.
Blue Tit, she always flies alone, and I have not seen the same second bird next to her. As Chuck Norris used to say, I'm a lone wolf.

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Today, even an ordinary tit looks like a ball. She also fluffed out to keep warm. But chickadees don't sit much on branches; they move and eat a lot. By the way, they arrive before everyone else and fly home last.

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Sparrows, simple village sparrows. Now they are also my regular visitors. Two years ago, they only came to my tree occasionally, but now they come every day. Maybe it's a new generation that's used to getting food here in winter.

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In the afternoon, the sun disappeared, and clouds covered the sky. The day passes quickly, and again I have the feeling that I'm not doing anything in time. There are only 4 days of Christmas holidays left.
I have not yet shown the jay, which is a regular customer, the Hawfinch, the Bullfinch, and the green birds. I showed them quite recently. Or was it a long time ago?

I declare my bird restaurant open and invite all birds to it

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