The old clay quarry on the edge of the village has long been covered with plants and turned into an almost isolated ecosystem. It has become a wilderness island favored by nesting birds. In the spring, the sound of grand bird concerts is spread throughout the countryside. The headliners are definitely a nightingale and the thrushes, especially a song thrush. Backing vocals are performed by a thrush, a robin, a starling, a wood dove, a cuckoo, a woodpecker, a sparrow, a titmouse, and many others that I don't recognize. Even a stork once sat on the very top of an old poplar. Finally, without much preparation, having got there before sunset, I found myself in acoustic isolation. The stranger, who violated the confidentiality of the situation, was forced to listen for a long time only to quiet wary voices, the rustling of small birds, and the distant sounds of the village. Later, after an hour or two, things started to relax, and the atmosphere began to fill with sounds. Finally, when it was already
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