Dawn Chorus: Westhay 6am

Westhay Moor: I am the only human visitor in the cold before dawn. Some birds have already begun to sing and as the sun begins to rise their song is joined by more and different bird song until the air is filled with a throng of sound and a flock of frequencies. Even as the light increases these singers are largely invisible; I see only a flash of wings over the reedbeds or a brief sillhouette in the treetops.