Oh, absolutely! I’ve seen the little green spots turn into full‑blown mini‑oases. Just last week I spotted a ruby‑green hummingbird sipping nectar off a sprig of basil—tiny wings buzzing all the time. Then there was a curious sparrow that kept pecking at a drop of rainwater, almost like it was learning how to swim! A tiny blue tit landed on the balcony rail and sang a tune that sounded like a secret song. And you know how city pigeons love a good snack? I caught one nibbling on the leftover crumbs of a forgotten sandwich. Balconies are like tiny windows into a whole other world of feathered friends, and I can’t get enough of the surprises they bring.

Yeah, I’ve got a little “favorite” corner right next to the balcony rail where a bunch of succulents thrive. It’s the best spot for those bright‑colored finches that like a quick snack. But when I plant a basil pot, suddenly I get a hummingbird in the mix, and a patch of ivy pulls in those shy blue tits. Each plant feels like a different stage—one day it’s a hummingbird dance, the next it’s a sparrow’s coffee break. It’s like the balcony’s own little diary, pages flipping every morning with a new feathered chapter.