The abysmal weather northwestern Hungary has experienced over the past six weeks has kept me indoors far more than I usually am at this time of year. It hasn't been pleasant, but I'm not complaining. The rainy, windy days have been conducive to slogging through the endless avalanche of work under which I've been buried, but they have also hindered my enjoyment of the birdsong wafting through the air outside.
Despite being inside most of the time, I can still hear the twittering of the sparrows that have nested under my neighbor's roof, the calls of the cuckoo that keeps close to poplar grove near the derelict mill behind my house, and the charming song of the common blackbird that loves to perch in the large plum tree in my backyard.
Last year the common cuckoo won my much-coveted "Best Singing By A Songbird In My Backward" award. This year, however, I feel it will be the common blackbird that takes the prize.
Perched high upon the plum tree shortly after sunset, my own Turdus merula strings together some of the most charming and delightful notes I have ever had the pleasure of hearing; sometimes for up to twenty or thirty minutes at a stretch.
A true virtuoso!
Despite being inside most of the time, I can still hear the twittering of the sparrows that have nested under my neighbor's roof, the calls of the cuckoo that keeps close to poplar grove near the derelict mill behind my house, and the charming song of the common blackbird that loves to perch in the large plum tree in my backyard.
Last year the common cuckoo won my much-coveted "Best Singing By A Songbird In My Backward" award. This year, however, I feel it will be the common blackbird that takes the prize.
Perched high upon the plum tree shortly after sunset, my own Turdus merula strings together some of the most charming and delightful notes I have ever had the pleasure of hearing; sometimes for up to twenty or thirty minutes at a stretch.
A true virtuoso!
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