Wildlife has the ability to stop us in our tracks, to make us stare in amazement, to make us laugh or cry.
I am still trying to understand why our bush at the back, which is normally full of noisy birds, suddenly falls silent. It’s eerie: the squabbling of sparrows, starlings and assorted tits suddenly and sharply ceases. Is it because they have heard me watching? Are all of their little heads cocked in my direction? Or is it a local cat on the prowl... even a sparrowhawk? Then as suddenly as it stopped, the noise will start again as if nothing had happened.
TV naturalist Simon King speaks of hearing a sparrowhawks oncoming path in woodland, marked by the silence of the small birds who sense it is coming.