This morning I was wide awake at 420am and decided the time was right to get a recording of the dawn chorus, which may sound the same in America but I would know otherwise.
I slipped out of bed, unplugged my iPod and quietly opened the patio door not wanting to interrupt the birdsong.
I set my recorder down on the patio table and listened for a moment or two. All was quiet. Not what I wanted to hear! Where were they?
I decided to make myself a cup of tea and leave the outdoor auditorium.
I returned with my steaming cup and blanket, it is still chilly in the mornings even though we’re in July, and cocked my ear.
A few bird calls from the thickets to my East, this morning my garden is empty, the territorialists must be birding the outer reaches of their districts.
From behind I heard the gentle snuffling of hubs, the bedroom window was open.
To my south the strains of men singing loud and tonelessly on their merry way home from a night out.
Overhead the engines of early morning Easy Jets making their deafening way to sunny shores.
Not quite the dawn chorus I had in mind when I sidled out of bed.
I retrieved my iPod and tea and went back to bed.
My recording would have to wait for another dawn.
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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