The shady side of the garden seems generally ruled by the golden oriole, a bird of wooded glades and gardend. It hides all summer and from spring onward in the generous crown of maples and large oaks. Its characteristic song fills the air… and we see it take flight, powerful, yellow and black. As soon as the evenings get warmer, the turtle dove also pops up. Its fresh chirp, which isn’t the ordinary dove coo, announces a superb evening.

The barn swallows are a pleasure to observe; they perform acrobatic dives and leaps in the sky, tumble towards the barn, circle above the meadows and boxwood hedges. They have their nests in the large barn and take turns tirelessly feeding the young. They cross the wooden cladding through the text balloon that Toon had me cut out. They couldn’t exist without the presence of cattle in the neighboring meadows. We learn to recognize the thrush, the song thrush, and the mistle thrush. The chaffinch, the greenfinch, and the yellowhammer compete with each other. Will you recognize them? The buzzard also makes itself heard with its characteristic moans. We also occasionally spot the red kite and the black kite high in the sky. At night, and even during the day, the cry of deer hopping above a meadow or field.

 

 

 

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