This is the time of the year for flocks. Yesterday I watched a great gathering, a charm of at least 100 goldfinch. There are chaffinch and whirling starlings like smoke. Bell voiced linnets thread the sky like musical notes. No greenfinches yet, and in the time of have lived here the yellowhammers have gone. Jackdaws and rooks gather in raucous murders. Sparrows are loud and bluetits group as at night they cuddle in warm places, holes in walls, sometimes in hundreds, small balls of bird dreams keeping out the cold.
Soon there will be fieldfare and redwing and curlews calling and lapwings.
Then it will be winter.