I’m not brilliant at New Year’s resolutions. I was never even any good at giving stuff up for Lent. But this year, I’ve found myself sticking to my plan to make weekly records of garden and local birds. Sure, they’re mostly the usual suspects, but just occasionally, there’s a bit of birding brilliance. The week after my Rolling Stones trip to Aberlady was no different. Good numbers of Long- tailed tis, the usual house sparrows, blue and great tits, and- FINALLY- a coal tit. I knew it was a matter of time, but I was still awfully impatient to tick it. A greenfinch wheezed distantly, a song thrush sang , but still no siskin. Sometimes I think about sneaking down to My Mate Bill’s house, where birds count him in their own Garden Bill...