The Robin is singing from the top of the tree.
The Warbler prefers to appeal to his mate from behind the leaves.
The Pipit will launch himself into the air and sing as he descends in a series of glides to a nearby treetop.
The Crow has a family to feed and hopes to get the chance to snaffle up the leftovers at the Wall Caff. He thinks that making more noise results in quicker service.
Two Cuckoos in flight just alongside for the second morning running. Yesterday the female was heard in branches directly overhead. It was followed immediately by a male call and a period of frantic flappings. I can't think what was going on.
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