In June, I wrote a post (One Voice) about an elusive bird that was calling out repetitively, seeking out its mate. I thought there was no hope for this spritely male, after weeks of June crooning. This post is a record of a partnership. What my readers will hear is a defensive chatter as both birds try desperately to ward off ‘the enemy’. Bridge Street is inundated with black birds and squirrels. I don’t know how many small birds actually fend off such a huge number of predators. This nest was abandoned a short two days later and at the time of this recording, I had already heard the hungry chirps of hatchlings, their demise, unknown.