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Nothing will prepare                           The morning
                                          your ears for the sound                            symphony in
                                         coming out of that beak                             your garden

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                                                                                             hear our dawn chorus playlist

                                                                                             amy lewis

                                                                                                            Blackbird

                                                                                                            Blackbirds have the sweetest
                                                                                                            voice. Mellow and tuneful, they
                                                                                                            open the dawn chorus while it’s
                                                                                                            still dark.

                                                                        Brian David Stevens  andy rouse

tingale                                           Melissa Harrison                                          Wren
                                                  is a wildlife writer
          Wildlife Trust’s help, she struck gold  and author of Rain:                                       Next comes a metallic, frenetic,
                                                  Four Walks in                                             high-pitched trilling and zipping.
                                                  English Weather.                                          This little brown bird uses his huge
                                                  @M_Z_Harrison                                             voice to proclaim his territory.

                                                                                             richard steel

people will go on pilgrimages to hear    within by the birds’ liquid,                        amy lewis  Chiffchaff
blackbirds or robins. I hope not.        ventriloquial recital. When we move
                                         on, I follow reluctantly; surely we                            Chiffchaffs join in a bit later, as the
  We’re not half way to the visitor      should stay and hear more? But I                               sun rises. They simply repeat their
centre when we begin to hear them:       needn’t worry: this beautiful site                             name, two notes going up and
first one, then another, away among      yields more, even closer and clearer,                          down, welcoming in the morning.
the trees. Even at a distance the        for there are around 30 males here
sound is easy to distinguish from        and more yet to arrive. At last, in a                          Song thrush
other birdsong, with an uncanny          thicket by the mudflats of the wide
quality that no recording can            River Colne, we find one only a few                            Loud and boisterous, the repeating
capture. “The best notes of other        feet away, spilling out vivid, liquid                          tunes of the song thrush carry over
birds... come distinctly from the point  phrases completely unconcerned                                 the rest. They get faster and faster
where the bird utters them, and          by us.                                                         until they’re barely pausing.
seem to reach and terminate at the
listener’s ear,” wrote Sir Edward Grey     As dusk fell, female birds were
in 1927. “But the supreme notes of       doubtless listening, assessing the
the nightingale envelop and              parenting potential of competing
surround us: so that we lose             males. But to me, the song’s meaning
perception of the point whence they      was more ineffable: loaded with
proceed: it is as if we were included    myth and legend, and a bittersweet
and embraced in pervading sound.”        reminder of a wildlife-rich world we
                                         must not let slip away.
  Our faces are joy-struck, lit from

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