Last week during my ride I heard several Chiffchaffs, either in or about the gardens or in and around the fields. At the other side of the hedgerows anyway and out of view for this birder.
It was lovely listening to them anyway. Isn't that part of the enjoyment? And although the calling/singing of Chiff chaff, Chiff chaff, can get a tat boring, you always hope that one bird will vocalise its own version with a few more musical notes in-between the calls.
While in the bathroom this morning I was hearing the lovely song of the Willow Warbler, which came not from the garden but from behind the wall somewhere. Most likely from the Hawthorn hedgerow behind us. A little while ago, I spotted two small birds flying from said, Hawthorn into the mesh of the fence. Then they flew over the school yard where they more or less tumbled in the air a couple of times; kind of figure eights in the air, not for show. Actually, I think they were only learning to fly. and if so, a lot of practice they will have to do before August/September when these tiny Birds will make the long trek to Africa.
This youngster has started training for tat big trip already, and is flying all day long over the school yard, through our garden, the little field behind the village hall, back over the garden, school yard, field, past my window, little field, and so on.
Barn swallow, Hirundo rustica
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