Funny how one's perception of the start of a season is defined by certain things, and funny how that perception can change over time, between different events, species, natural signposts. Personally speaking, autumn's psychological starting pistol has always been the sound of tssipping Redwings on a clear, still night, at least for as long as I can remember; since moving up here to the Yorkshire coast over three years ago, however, the playful yapping and chaotic constellations of incoming Pink-footed Geese have become at least as evocative and iconic, and I never tire of them....
