Bird Song

Unfortunately my sister insisted I must enjoy her previous Christmas present which is an rspb bird clock. On the hour every hour we can hear a different bird. During the summer the cuckoo is very loud at 2pm and if the back door is open the neighbours must think we're doing well for cuckoos round here! The batteries have lasted far too long. 

But yes, I like to hear a Robin, a Thrush or a  Blackbird at any time of the year. The squawk of a Green Woodpecker and even the call of a pigeon or two.

I was privileged to hear 9 nightingales with a cuckoo in the background at Pullbrough Brooks this year - fantastic

Blackbirds in the evenings at this time of year

Yellow Browed Warbler

Jay in springtime

I get really excited when I hear a Goldcrest - I oinly knew how it sounded because we have an RSPB stuffed one!  Long-tailed tits always make me feel happy - we call them British budgies! The good thing about winter is that you can see the birds left behind a bit easier when the leaves have dropped.

I love listening to Robins, and agree with Wherenext about the Mallards they do sound like they are laughing.  Wonderful. 

The last few mornings, I can hear what must be a large flock of birds in a bramble bush when I walk the dog, the noise is incredible, don't know what they are though, can't see them.

The haunting dirge of a Curlew across a misted marsh. Spine tingling.

a Robin in winter singing from a frosted branch another melancholy song of Winter. So relaxing.

Good call Rocky, might change my Jay for a Curlew

OP, most nights I hear a 'toowit-toowoo' off thru the open window, sometimes 2, sometimes more Tawnys as they sound like an echo or stutter. It's very relaxing & reassuring. We tend to take the enjoyment of our natural world for granted until like this thread we are given a prompt to share the joys

I love the warble of a curlew as well. As for Brue's pigeons, they get on your nerves after a while.

The haunting call of the "Raingoose" - this one was at Altnahara CC site

Curlew, wonderful when they return to their breeding ground on the moors in spring.

Barn owl, something other worldly about their call.

In Norfolk last week, the calls of hundreds of wigeon in the early morning drizzle was magical.