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is for me after a once again too long winter: a singing blackbird.
I just heard him. Sunset, rain, melting snow, grey air. I grabbed my sound recorder, ran to the balcony, opened the door, pressed the button Â
and the singing was already over. But what a good start! 20 seconds, he’ll come back, rehearse, modify and extend his song, I know.
Here’s one from last year đ >>>> cityamsel2.mp3
