A high-rise in the wood above Turville in the Bucks Chilterns, has fallen to the ground.
It was no ordinary high-rise. It was a tree in which jackdaws nested, one above the other, their sticks protruding from the holes.
As soon as I turned the corner into the wood they flew out, chattering noisily. It was impossible to creep up on them, they had extra senses.
Last year there was a storm and half the tree was blasted away, exposing the storeys of twiggy nests. This year the jackdaws found another tree. But the original one remained as a memorial to a happy home.
And then, this month, it finally fell to the ground. Long may it stay there, as a memorial to a happy household of jackdaws and a new home to countless invertebrates.