Fieldfare on a fine November morning, if I can find them. Ten years ago I watched a flock foraging on yew berries on the cliff buttress, a pale flutter of wings against dark yew foliage. Holly and hawthorn berries might tempt them, so I'm tracking their food sources looking for winter thrush.
I love the fluidity of the seasons, how hazel catkins tell of the coming of spring even before winter is upon us. I'm hearing the last notes of fieldfare as I'm seeing a cold blue sky with hazel thick with catkins.
Before writing, I watch a BTO identification video on winter thrush which I recommend.