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Waiting at the railway station this morning, I found this dull brownish warbler squawking incessantly at something above it its little furry head. The hardy metal I beams that held up the concrete shelter of the station hid the apparent source of frustration of the little bird – as hard as I tried to discern the cause of the commotion, I could not. One is not too sure if the station cleaners that had passed by a few minutes earlier had wiped out its nest or was it the fact that winter was coming and this was the bird's way of heralding the change in seasons or it was just another morning and the bird was doing what it knows best - warble...