Nothing beats a good murmuration on a Sunday afternoon in November. And that’s precisely what we got at the RSPB’s Otmoor Reserve this weekend. The signs were not good. The expert twitchers were shaking their heads as if maybe the mild weather was a bad omen. But thankfully all was well. Soon after 4pm successive clouds of black specks soared and dipped in the distance before dancing their way to the reed beds in front of us. At the last second they briefly soared before diving for a roost, as if the music had stopped suddenly in musical chairs (this blurry photo). Come to think of it, how do they all find a space?