It’s 04.35. I’ve been awake since before 04.00,when precisely, on the dot of the hour, robin started his melodious song. what a beautiful sound!
By 04.15 others had joined him. Robin was in the garden at the back. From the front I could hear the contralto voice of blackbird. Not to be mean or sulky or anything, great titmouse was joining them, and was that a warbler?
A few minutes of shoulder-aching, tossing and turning later, just as thought I might get comfy again, “Caw! caw!” the derisive long squawks of a crow up in the turkey oak!
“Gordon Bennett!” I thought, “Don’t be a misery Anne; it’s the beautiful Dawn Chorus!”
Then an awful squealing and screeching and wailing !
“Oh crumbs that crow has got a squirrel!” Had it heck!
I got up to look, and could see nothing but the dawn sky reflected in the Glassroom windows. the squealing went on,….. and on,….. and on.
“I can’t sleep!” I said.
“No ridiculous ennit!” he said.”Can you see anything?”
I couldn’t but by then I realised it must be rudely awakened little fox cubs; poor little things…that crow! Deary me.
I have put the kettle on whilst I type this.
Isn’t nature grand……even in the heart [well almost!] of the capital city it gives us it’s finest hour, before settling down, back to normal daytime activity!
It’ nearly 05.00. I shall have a cuppa and see if I can get back to sleep for a few precious hours.
HAND All, Anne
It’s now 05.16
Ten minutes ago all was really quite. I strained my ears to hear anything. Only the gentle reverberations of the fridge as it switched itself on the kitchen!
The sky has lightened.
The only raucous thing left is the close-up reflection in the Glassroom window.
My cuppa is very tasty.