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One of my most cherished facts about the UK is that no matter where you are, town or country, you can hear the dawn chorus. Every single morning. Yes, in the country it's deafening in a way it's hard to imagine in the city, but it's still there.
The first time I ever heard it was when I was about 10 and my Dad had woken me in the middle of the night to tell me to dress quickly because we had to take my Mum to hospital. We were in a&e with her for a couple of hours and when she was transfered to a ward we went home. We stood outside the back door as my Dad fumbled for his keys and, it seemed suddenly, the air around us began to vibrate with the very essence of bird song. It was a moment of perfect beauty in a night of fear and worry. I fell asleep quite quickly, thinking only of the wonder of the dawn chorus.
The first time I ever heard it was when I was about 10 and my Dad had woken me in the middle of the night to tell me to dress quickly because we had to take my Mum to hospital. We were in a&e with her for a couple of hours and when she was transfered to a ward we went home. We stood outside the back door as my Dad fumbled for his keys and, it seemed suddenly, the air around us began to vibrate with the very essence of bird song. It was a moment of perfect beauty in a night of fear and worry. I fell asleep quite quickly, thinking only of the wonder of the dawn chorus.
