I started the day by meeting a group of strangers in a park at 5am.
International Dawn Chorus Day.
It's the first time I've used a buggy in over a year as I pushed Ruben across Hampstead Heath for 2 hours of a bird song symphony. It was truly exciting. At 35 years of age I finally can distinguish a wren from a great tit. I'm still not sure what they look like. It's a beginning.
I ended the day at the cinema watching Persepolis.
I never read the book. Just go see it. It's brilliant.
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yes it is a start in your bird calling expertise...maybe a flickr video next ti
a bit overcast in sintra but it is sintra...yesterday went to amadora and looking back at the "serra" it looked like a big ball of white cotton candy.
Oh I would loved to be there with you. We mostly watch them and there are only few I know by what they're saying...
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