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There is always a family of Long Tailed Tits at the lower end of Winsham village. They work the hedges, scrub in the Tree Nursery and they delight us with their antics on the nut baskets. It is surprising how these tiny birds manage to survive our winters and we even have short cold spells after the millennium. I had heard that some species of small birds (wrens, gold crests) sometimes cluster together in nest boxes or dense foliage to keep warm while resting. On the occasion of a short cold blast on that morning in 1990 in Wynyards Lane I suddenly noticed a strange object in the fork of a blackthorn bush. It looked like a ball of pastel coloured wool with black spikes. As I drew nearer tiny faces with beady black eyes emerged and a party of some ten Long Tailed Tits suddenly resumed their searching for tiny insects or a stray bit of vegetable matter.
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