In this snowy weather we should all spare a thought for our feathered friends.
I have no problems with feeding the birds.
We get regular robins, blue tits and great tits to the feeders
But this is where I draw the line.
I'm not feeding the rats!
Cheeky little sods (a more family friendly word than the one I really used when I saw him hanging there) have helped themselves to a whole suet cake before being spotted.
I've moved the feeder over to the washing line for now, they will have to be extremely determined to get to them there.
But now my poor little robin is all confused and doesn't now where his food has gone.
It s always the same though isn't it, there is always one who comes along and ruins the fun for everyone else.