From my bedroom window this morning...

We were woken this morning by the sound of about twenty noisy little parrots feasting on the small dry catkins on the silver birch trees outside our bedroom window. I'm not sure what kind of parrots or lorikeets they were - a few had bright red chests but most were a vivid mix of bright yellow, green and blue. They seem to love the silver birches, and although birch trees need a bit of extra care and water in this harsh summer climate (and it is politically incorrect these days to plant such water hungry, non-endemic trees), I will plant them again in the new garden on the other side of the shed just because I love them.