My retired neighbour, George, used to spend most of his time indoors watching television. He rarely went outside, and he often told me he found the days long and boring. It was a simple wooden one that his grandson had made at school.
At first, nothing much happened. The feeder hung in the garden for a whole week without a single visitor. Then, one morning, a small robin landed on it and began to eat. George was watching from his kitchen window and rushed to tell me about it.
After the robin, more birds began to appear. Within a month, George could count at least eight different species visiting his garden. He learned their names, their songs, and their habits. He even bought a pair of binoculars and a notebook to keep a record of everything he observed.
The hobby had a surprising effect on George's daily routine. He started going for walks in the local park to spot birds he hadn't seen in his garden. He joined an online birdwatching group and made friends with people who shared his interest from all over the country.
A year later, George is a completely different person. He is active, enthusiastic, and always has something to talk about. He laughs when he says this and adds that he owes it all to a small robin and a wooden bird feeder.
Options (8 for 5 gaps — some are not used)
1He says he has never been happier in his entire life
2He became so fascinated that he started reading books about British birds
3One day, everything changed when his daughter gave him a bird feeder for his birthday
4George had always been interested in nature as a young man
5His grandson was not interested in birds at all
6The park was too far away for George to visit regularly
7He began waking up early every morning so he wouldn't miss the first birds arriving at dawn
8George was so disappointed that he almost took the feeder down