That characteristic song was an unexpected delight alongside the chiffchaffs, blackcaps and whitethroats too With hindsight, the late June heatwave was not the ideal time for my (very) old schoolmates and me to be cycling around Suffolk. Yet, despite the searing heat and the lateness of the season, the woods and hedgerows were still awash with birdsong. 私たちが車で通った町や村では、ツバメが野原の上でさえずり、アマツバメが鳴き声を上げて屋根を通り過ぎていく一方で、チフチャフのさえずり、旋律的なブラックキャップ、そしてノドジロのさえずりがいたるところで聞こえました。 I even saw a cuckoo – which I momentarily mistook for a sparrowhawk – flying fast and low across the road. 続きを読む...