Having just returned from a fairly fruitless walk around Cross Inn woods (although my dog Ouzel enjoyed it!), I was delighted to look out of the window to see a male brambling amongst about 20 chaffinches enjoying the food we have put out.
I thought I had better let you know the name of my dog so that you don't start looking around for an ouzel if you hear me when I'm calling him back from one of his regular forays into the woods after foxes or squirrels. No sign of the shrike today but it was blowing a gale so I expect it decided to have a lie in.