I was out walking with Bertram the other day when I cam across this: apples on a pear tree in the middle of January.
I thought it would be a great idea for the community copse. I found three bruised apples in Mr Smith's rubbish bin this morning so I brought them home with me and poked each one onto a branch of an old hawthorn bush near where I live.
I looked out of the window of my workshop a few times and saw lots of birds pecking away at them. Withing half an hour they had all gone.
I'm going to check Mr Smith's bin again next week just in case. Please don't tell him!