Dawn chorus

Hucclecote has been a relatively rural suburb until about the 1980's. I grew up in a house here that was built in 1963, on land that was a field. I spent my teenage years riding around the open spaces, climbing the trees and playing in the brook. Getting a bootee was a daily occurence in the summer time.

Building in Hucclecote and around the area over the last two decades in particular has seen a loss of that ruralness. A loss of that space. However, one of the remainders of that time is the amount of trees that we have here and we need to value them. One of the best times of the day, for me, is around 6.00am. I can sit my pocket hankerchief sized garden, with a cup of tea and listen to the dawn chorus around me. It starts at around 3.30am and builds. I know nothing about birds but I know when a blackbird sings and a sparrow does its thing. It's a space. Just 5 minutes or so when that more rural Hucclecote seems close again.