Nightingales

One of the pleasures of May at les Sarziers is the arrival of the nightingales. Not that we ever see them, but we can hear their song as we are planting in the garden during the day (really they should be called dayandnightingales) or as we are going to sleep at night. They don’t seem to be bothered by noise – like the passing of a tractor – on the contrary, we have heard them shouting their little heads off at a motorway stop driving down to the Ardèche.

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