She has definitely NOT stolen any tinsel. Nope, it wasn't her. It was merely left by some..erm..one.. erm.. celebrating St. Lucy, and, and erm, LIGHT in these um, dark times. Oh, look over there,- Lussekatter!
Patrick is quite the inquisitive fellow, and he sure likes his gløgg (mulled wine). So much so that his beak grows to about twice its regular size (in order to reach the liquid sweetness that gets him through the cold season).
He is a fond memory, as there used to be lots of Eurasian bullfinches in our garden in Toppenhaug. He is appreciating a typical decoration of my childhood,- the famous dorullnisse (bog roll gnome,- it doesn't translate well).
Most Norwegian children in kindergarten would proudly give their lucky parents these beautiful, and personal, decorations for Xmas.
She was enjoying herself so much in the food dish this morning, I had to wait until she was done before I could refill it. Most birds fly away when they spot me peering down at them from the window. But not Gertrude,- "Wait your turn" she seemed to say,- "I'm not yet done".
She is a Eurasian tree sparrow. The male and female Eurasian tree sparrow look the same, they strongly resemble the more common male House sparrow. But can be recognised by their beautiful chestnut coloured crown, and the characteristic black dot on their cheek.
This is Bernard. He's cooking up a feast,- although, being a robin,- he might not share.... Apparently in contrast to the known, and much loved tameness of the British robins, Continental robins are known to be shy and generally unapproachable... Chew on that if you will (I read that on the internet, so it must be true!)
They are our tiniest guests, (of the feathered persuasion anyway). Like most tits they come one at a time, each taking just one seed, (preferably a sunflower seed), then fly off to enjoy it in their tree. (This is quite unlike the sparrows who like to just bask in the food dish and eat all the seeds they can possibly reach. A bit uncivil those sparrows...)
He's the second bird to adapt our open window as his entrance. Although he was far from as elegant as Tensing. He had to be "escorted out" a few times because he got a bit too excited by it all. He developed the knack eventually.
This is Gunnar. He lives here in the neighbourhood together with Gunnvor. He tries to impress her a lot with his prancing, and puffing out his voluminous chest. I picture him being a brilliant baritone.
I thought I'd introduce you to some of The Monkey and my little, feathered friends.
This is Tensing.
She is a great tit. She is the bravest one of all, and the first one to start coming into our apartment to pay us a visit (and eat her seeds there). So naturally she would be the first one to light the candle... well,- she would if she could :-)