The loud, constant chattering means the Starlings have arrived.
Over the past few weeks they have been gathering in a neighbour trees, but this particular evening the chattering and twittering was louder, together with the whoosh of wings and sudden pit pat of bird droppings indicated that the Starlings were very near.
Grabbing my camera I crept out in to the garden to find a huge number of Starlings congregating on a nearby pylon.
It was fascinating to watch as they squabbled for a position on the wire, some hanging upside down, others walking across the backs of the other Starlings, pecking and bickering to find a spot.
Every so often a large group would arrive causing more mayhem, then a group would be pushed off, circle and try to land again.
This carried on for around 20 minutes before a neighbours dog barked and in one giant black shadow, they all left.