So yesterday I headed for Scout Scar, saw little but heard a flock of starling babbling in a sheltered hollow of woodland-fringe. Today, I returned- seeking autumn migrants, winter thrush. Large flocks of starling will have flown in from Continental Europe, so they're migrants too.
I've often found winter thrush, fieldfare and redwing, in a mixed flock. Starling are always more vocal so I listen attentively for the distinctive call of fieldfare. It's a chiaroscuro morning, with dark clouds gathering and sudden showers, then floodlight in the distance.
Photography means drawing with the light, light as revelation. On a chiaroscuro day of prevailing dark cloud and the occasional burst of sunlight the image sequence seeks the light, however fleeting.
Reading Jim Crace, The Guardian, after RIshi Sunak's first PMQs, I wish journalists could try seeking the light instead of being relentlessly negative and destructive. Chiaroscuro, let there be some light in the darkness.