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  • It is almost midnight and so quiet outside you can hear a dog barking in the village some kilometres

    The full moon is fabulous. So still and yellowish white. Behind my back the sky is still orange-yellow-pink from the sun that has just set.

    No nightingale any more. It has been replaced by a corncrake who is sawing like its life depended on it in a field behind the house. There is another interesting bird as well. But the nights are still quiet because birds can hardly be considered noise makers.

    My husband told me that the corncrake can be lured with a comb to come to you. By pulling your thumb along the teeth of a comb. What a surprise to the bird when it finds you there.

    (Photo: behind the house. The audio: corncrake and there is even a nightingale singing there)
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