Oddities

I am delighted with all the everyday birds that use my garden, but it's a special moment when something unusual turns up, like the Lesser Redpolls and the solitary Tree Sparrow the other day. And today, a single Brambling flew into the Rowan tree at the bottom of the garden, where all the Greenfinches and Chaffinches feed. It didn't stay long, though. I would like to know where it's going to find a better restaurant than mine, but it stayed long enough for me to shout "Brambling!" in the kind of shrill voice that sends the woodlice scurrying for cover.