In a moment of must

Squibble, squabbling for their early morning feed,these tiny hungry mouths look desperate indeed..hanging on to the bird feeders whilst nibbling the nuts.. they will eat their fill, no ifs or buts.. delightful little feathered friends all of a different variety, flittering and fluttering in ‘Got the jitters’ anxiety

Whilst it is the survival of the fittest, the tiny birds are nobody’s fool, perched on the nearby branches playing it cool.. then as soon as they get an ideal chance of opportune, down in a fleeting glimpse of gobble they harpoon.. but it must be a struggle, it’s very cold outside as I watch them puff out their little chests and tuck their tiny heads to hide.. tho when they feel peckish it’s bravado or bust as they hurry to the bird table in a moment of must