Time for a little ornithological existentialism. On my window sill I have a little toy bird in a birdcage and every single day a blue tit bird comes to visit. It’s the first thing I hear in the morning: the sound of the blue tit delicately landing on the window to see the bird-in-cage ornament.

And throughout the day the blue tit will come and go to visit the toy bird. Once I moved the birdcage from the window sill for a couple of days and the blue tit vanished, only reappearing when the toy bird was put back in its place.

I’ve tried to do a bit of research to find out why the blue tit is so fascinated by the toy bird, but I can’t find any information. I’m thrilled that the little blue tit has made a friend.

Any ideas? Tweet me (ha! Sorry) @surreyedit – I’ll update this post with fruitful gleanings.