SEPTEMBER BIRDS

As I write this, I am beside an open window with the wind coming straight from the Firth of Tay. In the distance I can hear seabirds calling, slightly harsh but undoubtedly evocative. Nearer to hand, a host of sparrows are chattering, with some other, unidentified, bird on a tree below our flat.
Without birds, the world would be a much poorer place.