House Sparrows on the Field of Steles, the memorial to the victims of the Holocaust, an impressively powerful piece of public art.
A weekend visit to Berlin, the shabbily vibrant German capital where House Sparrows are still a very common bird, yet another reminder of how shockingly wildlife-free Britain is.
The train journey back to Munich took me across around 600km of German countryside.
In the flat north, three hunched grey figures in a damp field, a family of Cranes contemplating the end of the summer.
Passing through the densely wooded hills of the Thuringian Forest, a hesitant, flopping Nutcracker headed uncertainly from one wood to another. In a clear-felled valley bottom, by the tracks, a Black Stork stood on a stump, turning its head as the train passed, unsure whether to fly or stay. A momentary flex of the knees, but he decided against it and watched as we passed.
Back in Bavaria, in the flat Lech valley north of Augsburg, five Great White Egrets stood alert, caught out, slightly embarassed to be in the stubble fields of Germany.
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