Trees, the forest, the view from my room in the Hungarian spa town of Hévíz.
Every day, for 21 straight, these birds broke my sleep at 4 in the morning.
Wonder what they’re saying…
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Prepared for Festival of the Trees—
a monthly blog carnival for all things arboreal.
Festival #52: Healthy Curiosity
Living ?s 
wow. what a concert. what memories that brings back.
here in false creek by the water, the chorus is so thinned out.
Thanks for stopping by, Daniela:-)
I’m curious–memories from when / where?
well, i guess from many places i have been (Bulgaria, yes, and when travelling though BC) that has kept its birds. my grandmothers house too. I also remember the solo of the dove in the lazy afternoons when we had to nap:-)
“I also remember the solo of the dove in the lazy afternoons when we had to nap:-)”
That sounds lovely :-)
I love these little videos!
Thank-you Jessie:-)
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