What luxury, all those birds chirping for joy or breakfast. If I’m woken by them it’s as good as a lie in. Now it’s mid August so they start much later and have quietened down.
Baby lambs bleating for their mums in the middle of the night were a pain a couple of months ago but they’re more savvy and independent these days.
This last couple of pre-dawns it’s been air turbulence and the flutter of beating wings as a bat flies back and fore, inches above my pillow. Maybe it’s a juvenile, most bats being born around midsummer’s day, taking a wrong turn back to the roost. Great to know the wildlife is about, just so long as it doesn’t try to get under the duvet.