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If anything lands in their manor they are fiercely chased off in a blur of flapping and even pecking. But two blue tits nesting in my garden have taken turf wars to a new level.
Any greenfinch, goldfinch, coal tit, or - to my fleeting joy, rare marsh tit - that enters their air space is strafed. They are guarding the suet balls and hanging baskets of black sunflower seeds, and nuts, which will fuel them as they rev up for springtime and hopefully the rearing of young from a clutch of seven or eight white eggs spotted with light red.
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