Catching flies

I’ve been for a long walk and need a sit down. I’m at the end of the path here and there’s a rough-hewn bench overlooking brambles, a ditch and some scrub. It’s good to sit, have a drink and see whether any birds are around. I can hear the incessant chiff-chaff-chuff-chaff-chiff of a Chiffchaff. I wait for it to appear and then I watch it as it hops and flutters in the branches.