A Diminishing Dawn Chorus
words and picture by Jeni Bell
The continued adventures Of Jeni , Bill and Millie……..
The tent was filled with a pre-dawn light. That cool blue that’s just light enough to encourage you to open your eyes. The type of light you usually miss when you’re asleep in your bed behind and the world is shut out against thick curtains.
It had been a long time since I’d been woken by this hue. It had been a long time since I’d stayed in a tent to be fair and I had forgotten the joys of being woken up by the elements.
A chill seeped in through the gaps in the grey material as it fluttered in the breeze and I wriggled further down into my sleeping bag in search of warmth. I certainly didn’t want to venture out into the cold of not-quite morning, so I closed my eyes and drifted between sleep and wake.
Alongside the cold, the breeze brought something else. A soft trilling noise, gentle but distinct, and coming from the trees we were camped under. Other trills joined in, soft piping noises, distinct calls and chatterings slowly building together. Rising with the steadily growing light.
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