A red kite turns languidly against a pale blue sky. A swift with flickering wings moves past. The kite comes closer, peering down at me. A wood pigeon lands noisily and then stalks about among the mullein leaves. Goldfinches twitter, a blackbird hunts, two other swifts come flying through, piloted by miniaturised RAF fighting aces.
And there’s a pheasant in the oven – sorry other birds!
It is a very pleasant evening.