I’ve just walked through the city, looking for food (bad planning there – no food in the house, and no shops open. Thank goodness for convenience stores and the people who work there over the holiday period) and passing the shoppers browsing in the few stores that are open today, when I noticed a small crowd stood by the Cross staring up at the Christmas tree which is stood there. As I got closer, I could tell why – a song thrush was high in its branches, singing at the top of its avian voice.