Description
On 6 May last year, just before the first light of day, a robin sang the opening notes of the dawn chorus in John Miller’s Wiltshire garden at precisely 4.35am. For the rest of that day, until a tawny owl passed over at 9.23pm, each bird is briefly brought to life with John’s observations and fascinating backstories: their nests, their eggs, their battles, their triumphs.
