In the woods by the river this morning I thought I could hear a distant stream tinkling. Strange, as there’s no stream on that stretch, and even in the wettest winter they don’t tinkle. Coming closer, it’s a big flock of fieldfares yakking away in the treetops. The resident tits were hopping from branch to branch, a chaffinch puffed out his pink chest, wrens rattled out their expletives and a woodpecker was taking out his fury on the nearest tree trunk. Then the flock took off, a dozen at a time, and gradually things got back to normal.