My Daily Amsel Concert

Every evening Herr Amsel sits on this branch and sings me a song.
It's his solo time. 

In the early morning, when it's still dark, I can already hear the first birds through the bathroom window and later, waiting for the train, there are so many different ones singing (most of which I never spot in the trees and shrubs), I could listen for hours.

Years ago I recorded a frog concert with the mobile and it's my waking call on the mobile if I need it. I should record the birds, too.

20:05; 15°C

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