Ranking the Birds in My Garden

At least the ones I’ve managed to photograph

These are not photographs. These are not even real birds, so do not consider it a spoiler. (All graphics from Canva)

It’s cold. It’s wet. It’s muddy. Sun is a vague memory. Most of the interesting birds have flapped off to somewhere less miserable for the winter, and I don’t blame them.

So, I’m left with the dregs of the hedgerow. The also-flews. A mundane menagerie of familiar feathered faces.