Dawn chorus day...

It was International Dawn Chorus day yesterday, the day when people are encouraged to go out in the wild and listen to the birds wake up. I was in Wales and luckily for me all I had to do was open the windows of my bedroom in the roof and listen.

The first bird started cheeping at a little after four, followed by another, then another and by half past four the world was alive with the sound of birds as the dawn began to break. I lay wrapped up in my duvet and listened. All I could hear was birds and the occasional bleat of a sheep.

Occasionally I'd get up and look towards the trees at the back where a lot of birds had congregated. I recognised a thrush and a robin, a blackbird or two, but to be honest I'm no expert on birdsong so as for which was singing what I really didn't have a clue.

I must have listened for an hour before falling back to sleep, lulled by the elaborate whistles and cheeps of nature and when I woke up again the sun was warming, the performance over, and I was freezing. I hadn't closed the windows.