This Bronze Mannikin was the first to arrive at the feeder moments after I had sat down in the garden with my customary cup of tea. It filled its beak with seeds and flew off.
I followed its flight to see it perching nearby and feeding a youngster – that explains the quick return visits, I thought.
Then, more Bronze Mannikins turned up on the rim of the feeder: coming and going with speed.
I realised they were all hard at work feeding the next generation.
They certainly had to work hard going back and forth to feed those gaping beaks for there seemed to be no end of hunger in sight.