And the stone curlews still haven't gone as I clearly heard one in the field behind my house in the darkness of Thursday evening. Elsewhere though things seem to be slowing down; swallows are no longer commonplace and the calls of the remaining chiffchaffs seem to be the last sounds of summer.
While cycling to Chasseneuil on Wednesday I stopped to listen to a singing woodlark, the first I've heard for a long time.
The nearly albino buzzard is still flying around as he has has been for several seasons now.
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