The last entry for this year occurs just as it is starting to get dark on an already fairly dismal day in late December. We went for a walk in Jeskyns Park, but I wasn’t expecting much bird life, neither did I expect to be able to take any great photos in the grey murk, but I took my little compact camera just in case – and the place was absolutely thick with little birds all over the place, singly and in flocks. One with a hint of red, maybe a robin, flew across the path and landed in the grass, and as I stepped gingerly towards the place, a group of about a dozen, that I took to be buntings or larks, rose from the ground and settled in the bare trees nearby. All I could see were grey shadows with lighter head markings, but I aimed the camera, zoomed in and took some blurry shots. On blowing them up, it seems I had chanced upon a flock of yellowhammers – and my field guide says they gather in small groups in the winter, often on the ground, so it seems pretty conclusive.