Lagan Meadows, Belfast: Straining to be heard over the rush-hour traffic, some birds even tweak the pitch of their song to a higher registerI emerge from the gloom of the woods to a stain of sunrise above the far trees. The meadow is encircled by a bower of song. Thrush species dominate: a blackbird's languidly phrased minor notes; rival song thrushes brandishing what the poet Katharine Towers aptly described as "tried-and-tested triplets"; and distantly, the urgent strains of a mistle thrush. Against this musical canvas, a nearby robin skirls plaintively. From the foliage behind him, my ear catches a whispering crescendo - its squeaky tone and rolling delivery make the goldcrest a cinch. Related: We're on the hunt for young nature lovers - do you know any? Continue reading...
Country diary: in the dawn chorus, no one wants to be outsung
26. dubna 2021 9:31
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Celý článek: https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2021/apr/26/country-diary-in-the-dawn-chorus-no-one-wants-to-be-outsung
Zdroj: The Guardian