My week's poor showing with the camera prompted this chap to take pity on me and turn up in the garden of Tense Towers, whilst we were having breakfast. Our Lass spotted one of his distinguishing features straight away and called out "black cap". I, on the other hand, wasn't wearing my specs and could only see a general greenish blur. On reflection, I should've realised that she didn't think it was a Blackcap in a frog costume.
|He was only our second sighting of the Winter|
The top photograph gives a good indication of the difference in relative size between a Greenfinch and a Siskin. Whereas, in the bottom photo, the feeder is shared with a Goldfinch.
It was a bitterly cold, damp day with a biting easterly wind, so we were more than happy for him to share our provender. Following his good turn, it was the least we could do.