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It's five-thirty in the morning, and the dawn chorus is at its' height.
All the birds are perched, and singing for a mate.
I can hear blue tits, black birds, finches, thushes, robins, wood pigeons, song thrush... And the barking of foxes.
Perfect morning.
All the birds are perched, and singing for a mate.
I can hear blue tits, black birds, finches, thushes, robins, wood pigeons, song thrush... And the barking of foxes.
Perfect morning.
Even without the barn owl, it's beautiful, and a specific sound scape you can't hear any where else in the world.