My eco-warrior mate Mike gets snaky when I crow about the number of birds in our garden. He can't understand why I have just as many as he does, despite indulging myself with three cats and a dog.
It would be naive of me to think the cats don't catch birds: however, the Oriental is too elegant to hunt, the part-Burmese specialises in mice and rabbits, and it's only the brain-damaged spotted tabby that snatches the occasional winged creature, if it flies past at low altitude and low speed with its eyes closed.
So there are always tui, rosellas, thrushes, kingfishers, fantails, quail, pheasants, ducks, and plenty more whose names I'm unsure of. The dawn chorus is deafening and, like my neighbour's rooster, goes on pretty much all day. I'm loving it, so I'm encouraging new members of the choir by providing breakfast.
There are two ways of feeding birds in the winter. When you're planting, choose things that have seedheads that remain through winter. Common perennials like black-eyed susans, coneflowers and asters provide seeds, and deciduous shrubs like viburnum provide berries.
If you're not up to speed with that yet, you can supplement whatever natural food is around by using bird feeders. I used to just throw breadcrumbs and seeds on the ground but the part-Burmese, who should be morbidly obese but isn't, always got to them first. It was side-splitting to see him happily eating wild bird seed and stale muesli with the ducks.