I saw my first redwings of the winter today. There was a small flock of them feeding on our lawn. Lorraine spotted them. What she thought were leaves in the distance suddenly started to hop around over the grass, pecking at the ground for worms.
The link to the RSPB site explains the annual journey of redwings to southern England in Autumn and Winter
I’ve discovered today the poem of this title by WH Auden. It was referred to in this week’s New Statesman in the article “Humanity, not hostility, will solve the migrant crisis” by Philip Collins. The poem’s context is the situation facing German Jews in Nazi Germany. It could have been written today in the context of the present crisis of hostility facing refugees.
The poem is online here