I've bought all the equipment.
Read loads of books.
Filled and hung each feeder with care.
Then moved them to the very end of the garden by the trees.
Waited a few days for the word to spread that there is a very welcoming lady who lives in the house with the neglected garden.
Nothing. Feed is getting moldy.
Throw away food. Re-fil feeders.
Stand outside in the garden calling for the birds to come.
Nothing. Oh, hang on - what's that?
"Ooh, is that a bird on my feeder?" I excitedly cry.
No, it was just my imagination.
"Why?" I ask Anth and the School Secretary who is a bird expert.
"I'll tell some of mine to go round to your house!" she says sympathetically.
"Perhaps, I need a bird table as well." I state.
Anth shakes his head with an emphatic no. "We're not wasting anymore money."
He has a point.
The trees are bird-less. But I'm not giving up hope. Oh no. That's why this post is a Part 1 as I'm sure there will be a Part 2 called,' Party at Jane's on the feeders.'
Yes, let's just wait and see.