Birdsong in a Time of SilenceA lyrical celebration of birdsong, and the rekindling of a deep passion for nature 'At this time of year, blackbirds never simply fly instead, like reluctantly retired officers, they're always \"on manoeuvres\", and it's easy to see from their constant agitation that for them every flower bed is a bunker, every shed a redoubt and every hedge bottom a potential place of ambush' As the world went silent in lockdown, something else happened; for the