Ruffling Our Feathers - Fruits of Our Labour

As our morning grew to a close we laughed as we witnessed the utter devastation of our apple bird feeders! Red balls hung precariously with juices dripping and glistening in the green yellow branches. Wasps housed themselves deep into the cores gorging themselves with not a care in the world. We left the woodland feeling strangely satisfied with our efforts pausing only to take one last look at the bustling wildlife of the park to see if there was perhaps one last feather to identify and one bird to spot.....