Even though I wouldn't consider myself to be a twitcher, I do enjoy birds. The last couple of camping trips we've taken have been absolutely full of birds. The first was because it happened in May so the dawn chorus was in full swing. We were camped right next to a large amount of trees, so the noise at about 4am was uproarious. The other trip was taken in June, in Cornwall, and there were tons of little birds nesting in the eaves of the shower block (they were either House Martins or Swallows, I've never been able to work it out properly). Because the roof was quite low, I used to spend a few minutes every morning just standing there in my pyjamas and wellies, towel in hand, inches away from these lovely little birds, watching them interact and sing. It is one of the loveliest memories I have about that particular trip.
Listening to the birds in the Guardian article has made me long for Spring.
(It is driving the cat a bit crackers, however, so I'm going to stop listening now!)









