Claxton,Norfolk The two lines of poplars by the lane were suddenly filled with 2000 jackdaws from the roostEven as I stepped out, the rain was rattling at the back of my coat. Yet I still needed to release my ears from the noisy tunnel of the hood in order to hear it clearly.
Immediately I could pick out a disagreement between the even fizz of drops on grass and the messier drumbeat under the trees, or where water dripping off branches or twigs created its own counter rhythm to the downpour’s wider patter.
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Source: theguardian.com