|4.45 am looking east over Cannon Hill Park|
5 of us wait at the gates, expecting more and thinking most have overslept - often the case with dawn chorus promises.
30 more are inside the gates waiting for us - we meet up and greetings are made.
'The Dawn' - what a strange time to meet and although we mostly know each other, we are briefly strangers in the twilight -
|Sunrise by Sahira|
By 5.15 am the day began to break, leading me to think that perhaps dawn lasts until Sunrise, which is predictable and today it was precisely 5.54 am
|photo by Sahira|
The chattering continues and I don't wish to spoil their moment.
|6.00 am at Centenary Woods (Carley Perry)|
The Mistle Thrush is the first song on my list as I walk along the riverside, and a badger hovers across the path in quick succession. The legless form of the low lying badger is unmistakable, even in low light.
Eyes soon become accustomed to the dark and ears to the quiet.
The dawn chorus is mostly free from background city noise, but I realise that Sunday choruses are best with even less distant traffic. Saturday, perhaps more people are at work. A Sunday before a bank holiday is the prime time - therfore the International Dawn Chorus is held on the first Sunday in May.
Evening choruses likewise are polluted with the drone of distant traffic.
Blackcaps and Chiffchaffs compete well with Wrens, Robins, Blackbirds and Thrushes.
7.00 am - time for breakfast in the pavilion. A good start to the day.
Thanks to Sahira Noor and Carley Perry for the photos.