Nothing sings quite like a robin

Sandy, Bedfordshire The tiny bird comes on strong at the end of the year, an emblem of the seasonThe singers began rehearsing for the main event as long ago as September. At first light, the murmur of traffic would be punctuated with tentative trills or cadences that expired almost as they began. The gaps between plaintive coos of the wood pigeon were filled with sotto voce snatches of song, making up for a lack of volume with notes of high piercing intensity. There is nothing that sings quite l