Even the odd bird could be heard. Adult cuckoos had long since flown south, leaving their eggs behind to destroy the broods of meadow pipits and dunnocks. Nor was this a swift or swallow area. But there was one persistent chiffchaff: chiff-chaff, chiff-chaff.
Suddenly there was a commotion and the chiffchaff was silenced. Lunch, thought the goshawk, tucking in.