We push our way through knee-high sodden grass at the edge of Philippe's and Alain's fields, the winter wheat now lush and full of rain drops. Small shafts of tepid sunlight break through the heavy grey clouds. Nightingales and wrens shout from every bush.
We cross the stream and turn towards the pond on the edge of the wood, where an orange tent has mysteriously appeared. Hardly camping weather!
And then - the first liquid notes high above our heads, hidden in the topmost branches of the copse of poplar trees, only ever heard and never seen - a golden oriole brings the promise of long, warm summer evenings.
Call of the Eurasian Golden Oriole
The Wonderful Bird Website - Oiseaux.net
Lovely birdsong...thank you!
ReplyDeleteSimilar weather here, but we have to rely on the thrush or the blackbird instead of that lovely oriole. Thanks for that, Sue.
ReplyDeleteHello Fly and Perpetua, :)
ReplyDeleteMy first couple of years here I'd no idea what bird was making that amazing liquid noise. It always seems to be high up in some distant tree top, too far away to be seen. I don't know how the photographers have managed to capture their images!
Thanks so much for the link to that site, I've bookmarked it. I thought we didn't have golden orioles around here butI've definitely heard that song so we must have.
ReplyDeleteGlad you like the site Victoria. This, for me, is one of the joys of the internet. All this wonderful information. :)
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