The unusual visitors and a wicked landlady

With this very cold weather I have made sure that there is food and water out for the visitors who honour me when they visit my little back yard or garden. There have been three grey squirrels who amuse me with their antics and they have been coming for about eighteen months now. There is also a tiny little woodmouse who comes from time to time but goodness knows how he gets in because there is a wall all the way around, so perhaps he's a mighty mountaineering woodmouse or maybe he parachutes in!
Then there are the birds, but very few. Since this cold weather began just before Christmas I have had a robin, a pair of blackbirds, wren, great tit and today there were a pair of redwings sitting on the fence! This is a sign that the weather is very cold because it is unusual to see country birds in the middle of a big city in their hunt for food.
My little back yard and bird table used to be a magnet for dozens of birds including jays, long tailed tits, magpies and hedgesparrows and the occasional visit from a sparrowhawk. I had about thirty collared doves up until Easter last year and they would get through a 7 kilo bag of peanuts every week but as I planned to retire in the summer, I knew that I would not be able to feed them at such a rate, so I had to wean them off expecting to get a meal for free every day and now the nuts are reserved for the squirrels. There is a nut feeder for the great tits, blue tits and other small birds and I also have a large hanging seed feeder which I was filling every other day for the sparrows but they have not been into the garden since the beginning of December because of my wicked landlady.
At the side of the house there is a piece of land that used to be 8 foot high with brambles and home to dozens of rats and to get the landlady to do something about it was like asking for the moon. She had never been to the property since I had moved in during 1985 (her father was the landlord but he died about 1987) and she didn't do any maintenance or repairs until forced to do so by environmental health in 2001 after I contacted them. Anyway in 2004 I was on a residents association committee for the area to have a home zone and as this land was an eyesore we decided to take it over. The other residents gave me a hand to clear the rubbish and then we planted a few shubs and three trees which had been donated. I looked after this garden which grew and grew. Almost every time I went near a garden centre I bought a new plant or two and people used to come to take photographs because it looked so nice. This was the birds' playground and hunting ground too and a flock of thirty or so house sparrows used to play there then come over the wall into my garden to feed. At the beginning of December the landlady had employed a builder to do some work on the gable end of the house and with his small digger he managed to destroy five years hard work and love by removing the lot in two hours. The landlady told me that I was to have nothing to do with this piece of land even though I had saved her a fortune getting it cleared twice a year.
The birds are so traumatised that they have not yet returned to my garden to feed even in this freezing weather but I live in hopes. I also believe in divine retribution, poetic justice or karma so the landlady had better be prepared! I have decided to write a short story about the garden along with a few others that I have ideas for so you may see it in print one day.