This is just a fragment of the bedlam that is my Christmas Eve. Unfortunately I'm sick of the twenty-something family member celebration, and shalln't be attending it again.
I love how the tits land, glance around, then peck at a small seed and fly away in a hurry; the robin lands and nibbles away in comfort; the nuthatches land, pick up the biggest peanut, strut around for a moment before taking off. They all have their own style and preference.
