Waiting for the kettle to boil, I looked out of the kitchen window and watched the long-tailed tits perform their acrobatic routines on the branches in the garden. Then I caught sight of a very small bird scuttling around the red and yellow stems of the dogwood. It turns out it was a goldcrest, which I’ve never seen before. The yellow mohican was the giveaway. Apparently, it’s the smallest bird in Europe, smaller even than a wren. Nice New Year present. Hope he sticks around for a while.