Where are my worms?

Our garden is included in the territories of a handful of blackbirds. This includes a couple of males who seem fairly happy to share the bounty most of the year.

This particular lad has trained me well. When I come home or if he drops by when I’m gardening, he chirps at me to request a delivery of mealworms, if I’ve failed to restock since his last visit. After he’s had his fill, blue tits appear out of the hedges as if by magic to mop up the crumbs.