As I started to write this blog at the end of March, I looked out of the window and saw in our Silver Birch a small brown bird. It was a Chiffchaff, and in all probability it had just arrived  from North Africa where it had spent the winter. For twenty minutes it fed on ...

As I started to write this blog at the end of March, I looked out of the window and saw in our Silver Birch a small brown bird. It was a Chiffchaff, and in all probability it had just arrived  from North Africa where it had spent the winter. For twenty minutes it fed on ...