It's the time of year we hear unseasonal bird calls in the sheds and around the buidings.
The starlings are starting their annual congregating, sharing experiences, learning new sounds. Ours must go to the coast, they come back mimicing curlew and other seabirds. (We get curlew and lapwing nesting here - but won't see or hear the real thing locally until spring. Maybe an early peewit or two prospecting potential nesting sites from late Jan.)
If this year is like the last three, pretty soon the million-strong murmuration centred on Gretna will be on the local news and we shall set off in the last hour of daylight to witness the spectacle
- and afterwards have haggis and chips at the excellent chippie.