I've bought all the equipment.
Read loads of books.
Filled and hung each feeder with care.
Nothing.
Then moved them to the very end of the garden by the trees.
Nothing.
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.
Nothing.
Stand outside in the garden calling for the birds to come.
Nothing.
Plead.
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.
Nothing.
"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.
