The mornings are so quiet now. I miss that dawn chorus of birdsong we hear in spring and early summer. You get the impression that the birds have disappeared. But they've just completed their breeding cycle, so there's no need to stake out and defend territory. Birds also moult in August and it takes several weeks to grow new feathers. They are vulnerable to predators, so why sing and advertise your location?
The last crow kid from the nest across the street is still hanging around, although his siblings finally gave up and took off. I threw him a handful of old ham scraps last week and that cemented our friendship for life. Anyway, he's always watching me from the wire, the shed or the arbor. He looks pretty scruffy and lonely.
Remember this wonderful old tune?
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