sometimes it is difficult to convey in words how perfect a moment can be......the wind dropped, the sun came out and the temperature rose, ever so slightly. We stood in the middle of a wooded ampitheatre and listened, our ears straining to hear the faintest 'clips' above the distractions of dogwalkers and mountain bikers Against a vibrantly blue sky first red kites, then buzzards and finally ravens soared. A goldcrest lived up to its name. And then we heard what we had been looking for...crossbills...nomadic, elusive, distant. For a tantalisingly short intake of breath they were swirling high above us and then they were gone.