The only visitors I had been getting were quite unwelcome, the flying gypo pigeons. They've trampled the wildflower tub and the Petunias and for a while, I thought they'd devised a way of getting at the fat balls which are hanging in a holder. They've managed to clear every tiny scrap of seed off the bird table.
Then yesterday, I spotted a small gathering of about eight starlings, so it is they who've been going through the fat balls like there's no tomorrow.
It's nice to see them back, beaked villains that thet are.