It drizzles at dawn, and the still cold atmosphere opens up to the sounds of the morning. The sequence is repeated day by day, in each place with its own protagonists. It is what, with certain lyricism, some naturalists call the dawn chorus.

Not counting the water, which contains all the sounds, this is how the chorus of dawn sounds in the grove that surrounds the upper course of the Lozoya river, in Madrid.

  • 07.30 am The silence is broken by the crackle of a robin.
  • 07.45 am The imperative call of a nightingale cetia, on the tangled edges of a zarcero and a wrenvoices from the thickets.
  • 08.00 am Still in the shadows, the sun has already risen over the mountains and a common nightingale sings hidden on the shore. Little by little, far away the forest is activated.
  • 08.15 am All the forest cast sings at the same time: cornejas, mirlos, zorzales, oropéndolas and the lullaby, like wood, of the paloma torcaz, among others.
  • 08.30 a. m. Call the cuckoo and the day dawns.
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