For more than eleven years, there has been no television in our home. No flickering screen, no endless stream of headlines, dramas, or manufactured excitement. Instead, our entertainment arrives on wings. Each morning and evening, the little copse becomes a living theatre, its performers neither scripted nor rehearsed. The stars of the show are the chaffinches, goldfinches, and tree sparrows, great tips, blue tits and George and Mildred, the blackbirds, they're all busy with