Enter the tomtit - November 26th

The tomtit death-stare

Way, way out on the west coast, in a little patch of forest called Ikes Bush, lives Drusilla the Bold (aka kung-fu tomtit). She is Fierce with a capital F! If we go anywhere near her nest she welcomes us with the tomtit death-stare. To her dismay, we weigh her chicks every three days. She does not like it one bit and she breaks out her fighting moves. She puffs herself up (almost to the size of an orange). She squeaks with rage. She flew at Ali’s eyes, slapped Kev with her wings and even sat on Mel’s hand and pecked it repeatedly. And she won’t be placated with worms; she spurns our offerings with her beak in the air. But I’m proud of her! So brave for a tiny bird!

Tomtit kung-fu