Daws and Thrushes

One of the quietest Saturday mornings, mild with no wind and poor visibility. But the air above was full of the sound of the jackdaw on the first leg of the cheap day return into the fields of Derbyshire. Other birds were not to be outdone. There seem more mistle thrushes than previous years singing their monotonous song which promises to be a fruity blackbird then fails to deliver. Fruit, though, may be the reason why they've been increasing here recently. I once counted a party of 30 rising out of the bilberries in late July.