Garden watch again

This morning I sat down with a cup of tea and looked out at the bird feeder positioned close to the path to my backdoor. To the right was a wild rose, growing like a tall fountain with strong arcing branches, and on the ends were shiny rich red rosehips. Some are plump and fat, but most are shrinking now with age. To the left was a winter flowering viburnum, sturdy dark naked upright growth, but on the end of each stem were cushions of glorious pale pink flowers. In the middle, where these two shrubs intertwine, the bird feeder is to be found. A quick shower of rain had come and gone, and like lightening tits were feeding. To begin with all I could see were two blue tits, shimmying up and down the balls of fat and seed. Then great tits arrived, strident with their smart black ties, and the blue tits disappeared. A moment later all four birds were on hand, feeding watching, changing positions. Now a robin had joined the party watching from on high then hopping closer to wait his turn. His breast looked orange rather than red, more like the terracotta pots on the wall nearby, compared to the deeper red of the rose hips.Then a great big blackbird came to join the throng, so smart in his tux with bright golden beak. Another sip of tea, and I looked up again and there was a chaffinch sitting amongst the fragrant pink flower of the viburnum, puffing out his matching pink chest. All in just a few minutes, natural and beautiful, a real garden ensemble. The peppermint tea was good too!