Birdsong

According to the cliches it's reckoned to be melodious and soothing. It's not. The birdsong I get to hear in Singapore and Malaysia is scrappy, skittering, scatty stuff. And I love it - when I make myself hear it, that is. All too often I'm too busy thinking of weighty matters, like how many emails are lying in wait for me, to lend an ear to the cacophony that accompanies my entrance to the staffroom. These last few mornings I've made myself lend an ear though, and been all the better for it.

This was prompted by an observation from Bernard who reckons that one bird keeps singing t-o-k, t-o-k. I think I know the one he means. Smart little thing.