Tweet of the day, One to One

What will you miss most if your hearing begins to diminish? Those secretly overheard snippets of conversation on the bus? The throwaway comments of partner or child? A great Shakespearean in full flow on the stage of the National? High on my list would be the Dawn Chorus. Once it starts up again in full orchestral mode you know for sure that winter is on the wane and spring must come. That cacophony of trills and warbles is a convincing restatement of nature’s invincibility. We might be doing all we can to destroy the environment but the birds are still singing loud enough to wake you from the deepest sleep. To no longer hear it every morning would be a crushing blow, an absence of hope.

Even in the heart of the city the song of a single blackbird can be deafening above the din of traffic. A lunchtime sandwich in a West End square would not be the same without the sound of sparrows cheeping.