Birdsong

We had a burst of sunny weather today which set the birds off. The robin, on top of next door's peach tree, was singing his heart out. A dunnock perched on the silver birch by my bedroom window, woke me up around five. But the prize must go to a starling on the telegraph pole across the street. Having imitated a blackbird and a robin, he then launched into a series of incredibly fast staccato clicks, like one of those African languages. He changed rhythms and syncopated his beat and sounded as if he was snapping his beak shut, although I guess he was making the sounds in his throat. Truly a star.