Not a murmer

more a screech of starlings. Taxi run over to a little village near us. It is only a mile away and yet feels instantly more rural. I took a stroll near the brook and within minutes saw a beautiful thrush, chaffinches and atlast, some swallows. This little fella was giving it some, while adult starlings dashed around making that horrid noise they do. You can see he's going to be a bird with attitude.

Right, gloomy and cold, time to settle down for what my grandad would've described as 'a good fighting picture' - the Dambusters.