We're (Boom the terrier and I) are sitting on a log in a small wood on the southern flank of Congham Hill on the coastal path behind East Runton, Norfolk. It's breakfast time and the morning chorus of bird song in full swing. Robin, wren, chaffinch, chiffchaff, blue tit, blackcap and from the fields nearby crow, pheasant and jackdaw. All familiar songs and singers. I have my phone listening for anything new or out of the ordinary. There's nothing, but even if it did, my chanc