On the nearby wires, pylons and chimney pots the Starlings are starting to gather.
During the late afternoon their chattering and squabbling gets louder and louder.
Occasionally one will swoop down to drink from the pond, followed by more and more until the whole pond is alive with splashing. A car drives past and as quickly as they arrived they are back up on the wires.
By early evening they have all gone, probably to join thousands of others from the surrounding area, where they will roost together for the night.