Fat balls...yes, that's what they're called, boules de graisse, and the birds love them. They appear to be compacted suet with seeds embedded; they come in their own little net sack to hang them from trees and bushes.. In this rural area, I've enjoyed lots of birds. Down at Laury's, I frequently caught a glimpse of a great blue heron along the river as well as an occasional duck. At night, I was entertained by the owls calling to one another. Here at Jean's there's a real variety. Many are the sparrow-finch-chick-a-dee type that flock to the fat balls. (Can you tell I don't really know what kind they are!?) Lots of crows cawing, doves that coo from the trees and brush, and an occasional raptor that swoops over the open field in front of the house. Most notable, tho, are the magpies! They are everywhere and squawk raucously from the trees. One sunny afternoon I saw 6 of them 'chatting' in the leafless tree directly in front of the Chalet. What a racket they were making!