The birds are quite good at singing, especially at 5.00 in the morning when you would prefer to sleep. They are specialists. They plot and plan, one wings its way over to your window as the look out. As soon as he notices that you are drifting off to sleep again, after a short visit to that place which we all visit during the night at least once, he gives a signal to the other birds with a short whistle.
“So come on boys and girls, lets do what we are famous for, the early morning chorus.” There is always one bird that begins and the others quickly chirp along, some just sqeak, but others have a piercing tone in their beaks. I caught this bird on a roof with its beak wide open and it was leading the chorus. It was probably one of the last, as I only take photos from 8.00 in the morning. I noticed they all begin at the same time, but there is one bird in particular, usually the most monotonous and loudest, that continues at least half an long that the others, as if to sing “we will be back tomorrow”.
Of course it is nice to hear the early morning chorus but I wish they would organise it better. They all sing at once, very chaotic. The funny thing is that I do drift off to sleep again and when I am awake, they have stopped singing. They are probably now sleeping, catching up on the two hours during which they were waking up the neighbourhood.
I was going to play a video of me singing at Christmas party, but after listening to it I decided to leave it. Of course I can sing, have quite a good voice I thought. Some time ago I discovered that nearly all songs have the lyrics in Internet. This was great, as we do not always know all the words which can be very frustrating. Our radio is always on with music programmes after lunch and I developed the habit of finding the lyrics and singing along. Mr. Swiss found that the original sounded much better, even when I harmonised with the original. I do not think it called it harmony, he had some strange Swiss German word for it which I have not yet found in the dictionary of Swiss German words to use when you are excited.
I live in Switzerland and once a year on the first Wednesday in February they do a sound test with our national alarm system. It is a small country. you can cross it from North to south with a car in 4-5 hours, and from East to West in 6-8 hours. Some foreign tourists only notice they are there because they have to pay for the motorway badge to be allowed to use our fantastic, super, motorways which are usually under repair during the summer months when they are mostly in use – go figure. As I was saying we have an alarm system – you never know if someone wants to attack our country and take over the banks, or anything else like Emmental cheese or watches. Note, I did not say cuckoo clocks because we do not really make them, it is a speciality of the black forest region in Germany, we only sell them.
So the day arrives and our radio is telling us during the day, once every hour approximately, that we should not be alarmed when our more than 8,000 sirens are switched on all at the same time throughout the country. It would not bother me so much if it were during the morning or even in the middle of the afternoon, but it is usually when I am sinking into my midday golden oldie sleep. I even found a link about it and would advise to read this valuable information, if ever you plane on a Winter sports holiday in Switzerland in February and are convinced that you must find the nearest air raid shelter for protection.
The Hills are alive with the sound of sirens
And for the grand finale you are listening to the Moos Ruf on the alp horn written by Hans Jürg Sommer. This particularly means something to us and we knew the composer as a youg man. He became a music teacher at our local high school and in between composed music for the alp horn for which he was also a teacher.
Daily Prompt: Sing