An aubade is a song of the dawn, but 7 am is hardly the dawn at this time of year. Never mind, the singers were out in force on Thistle Hill, skylarks all. By now the birdsong has changed. Cuckoos have been gone two weeks ago. The willow warblers have largely given up though you still hear the occasional one. Blackcaps arrived later and are still performing well. So are blackbirds. There's also a lot of clicking of pebbles from the stonechats who are marshalling their broods. But today was for the skylarks up at the highest point on a morning refreshingly dry and sunny and largely free of midges.
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