Song thrush bursts with soul

As if at the flick of a switch bird song fills the lane. So loud and powerful is it that I am disoriented, my senses blurred to everything else. Lambs running in gangs across the field, buzzards soaring through the sky, a breeze spitting rain: everything goes out of focus.

I look up and a few feet above my head, perching in a young ash tree, a song thrush, (known also as a throstle or mavis) is turning itself into sound.