Damien Enright: The harrowing tale of redwing thrushes’ quest for food

In West Cork, it was as warm as the Canary Islands if one was in a sheltered corner or a stoutly built conservatory. writes Damien Enright.

Outside, in the bright Siberian light, there was certainly a sharp wind blew. However, things were improving, and this pet day last week (which I hoped would become “days”) could hardly have been bettered.