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Thrush asleep on a bird table

I’m up and about early this morning – 5.15am. Looking out the window I saw a thrush on the birdtable. It seemed to be asleep, but could have been ‘sitting, resting’ there waiting for food.

My movement at the window startled the thrush and it flew away in a flash.

I couldn’t help but wondered why it was resting on my birdtable and not roosting in a hedge

[ad#125x125square]The thought occurred to me that maybe it felt safer on the bird table than in the hedge.

The birdtable is the one that I have put garden canes round. I did this to stop large birds getting onto the birdtable. It has worked! The canes stop the large birds balancing on the bird table. The thrushes, blackbirds and smaller birds just fly inbetween the canes. It does not look pretty and I’m going to sort the canes out better – but it is now used by many birds and I put loads of bird food out every day knowing only garden birds will get the food.

New and unique way to keep pigeons away

Getting back to why the thrush was resting on the birdtable. I have seen with my own eyes a sparrowhawk dive into my garden hedge to get a blackbird – SPARROWHAWK AND BLACKBIRD

Is it possible that there is a sparrowhawk around maurauding the hedges – or even a magpie – and the thrush went to the birdtable for safety.


For me this strange birdtable with canes is the only way I have found that allows thrushes and blackbirds to get bird food yet keeps rooks, pigeons, ravens, crows off. I have some caged, hanging bird feeders and a ground covered bird feeder – but blackbirds and thrushes can’t use them.


I know sparrowhawks won’t go into a prickly Hawthorn bush / hedge to get prey. I don’t have any Hawthorn in my garden but there is a lot down the lane. Maybe we should plant Hawthorn.


Do you have thrushes resting in your bird table?

Have you had to solve any problems of large birds getting bird food?

Have a good day. Trisha – 6am!



The darkling thrush

I  leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter’s dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.

The land’s sharp features seemed to be
The Century’s corpse outleant,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.

At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.

So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware

The Darkling Thrush
Thomas Hardy

This poem shows how one ordinary bird can affect a person. It paints a picture of a desolate, cold landscape and out of that landscape comes something that cannot be understood. Why should an old, frail thrush on a freezing night (when surely food was short) sing a joyful song? Answer unknown.