They are usually perched in the pepper trees, whose feathery leaves shift in the slightest movement of air and disguise any fluttering of wings.
They are in bloom at the moment, too, which adds to the density as well as to the perfume - think green pepper sauce without the cream.
But this morning I had passed those birds and ducked under the pepper trees, collecting floral confetti in my hair as I went, and I was on a tree-less stretch of pavement when a wonderful song poured over me.
He must be a mature bird to have perfected such a wonderful sound, but how can this minute creature produce such volume?
This was the closest close-up I could get with my small camera - he's clearly not a blackbird - wrong colour and too small - can anyone identify him?