The fieldfares have arrived. Huge flocks are swooping over our fields with their chack-chack-chack call. You can pick out their grey heads and their white underwings as the fly from tree to tree.
As Tess and I walked down the Lane after lunch today the hawthorn bushes and the rose hip bush were full of them. They flew off as we approached - flew into a bare ash tree in the hedge. Quietly, so as not to disturb them, I took a photograph. You can certainly see the bare ash tree but whether you can see the fieldfares in it is another matter. If you can't - try blowing the picture up larger. One thing is for sure - they will clean the bushes and small trees of berries and then they will be off to pastures new. So I am enjoying them in their exotic wildness while I can.
The man from our local Hunt has been to say that they will be foxhunting in our area tomorrow. I wish foxes could read. If they could I would be out posting large warning notices for them to lie low.