The birds are quite happy in my garden at present, with quite a range of seeds to choose from.
This is about all that is left of my fennel, still smelling enticingly of aniseed.
I can't remember the name of the blue flower these seeds developed from, but I loved the spiky structure.
And, just in case the birds can't find enough food of their own, I give them a helping hand.
The smart little feeder below was a present from my aunt and uncle way back when we lived in Old Trafford. Unfortunately, we didn't see much apart from pigeons and magpies up there. Here, the tits, finches and sparrows love it. I've even seen the robin clinging on for dear life.