How a dawn chorus break in Gloucestershire opened my ears to the birds | Gloucestershire holidays

SIlhouettes heats the lake and the pale morning sky. Avocets screams high -tone screams, defending their eggs from a loud, manual raven above, while Gus Paranckel with a bark call fluctuates.

There are 12 of us watching and listening to the Fajr choir workshop at the Slimbridge Center (WWT) in Gloucestershire. Being a partial vision, birds felt out of reach for me. But this morning it revolves around identifying Birdsong, and I am curious about whether this will help me to feel deeply with nature.

Our guide, Martin, refers to the birds that he can see and hear. This helps me to understand the scene: those silhouettes that I see are not just a variety of birds wandering, but the Avocets drama flows together to intimidate the crow, the stories that occur in nature. Immediately, I feel more clear.

We wander around the center of wetlands, the previous ponds and the paths on which the trees are lined up, and to stop regularly to listen. Martin draws our attention to every bird, which helps us to overcome unique notes: How Goldfinch TamperingHow a Red Warbler Singing constantly in a way that looks almost mechanical. Chiffchaff Onomatopoeic Call. When Martin highlights the soft rocks of Woodpigeon, her voice reminds me of warm summer nights, and hearing the comfortable COO from my garden.

Later, a WWT volunteer shows me around the reserve, and it seems to be in harmony with Birdsong. Payed in the morning session, I ask how to improve listening to birds, admitting that I have always struggled with the identification of wildlife. While we look at Severn from the accessible monitoring tower, it assures me that it takes some time, and to choose the people I know now.

We wander, there is the regular increase in geese, screaming and beautiful. Greylags crosses with the uninterrupted Goslings behind it regularly through the tracks, and it is now busy with families enjoying warm spring day.

It was the first slimbridge 10 sites in the UK wwtAnd founded by Peter Scott, the son of the explorer in Antarctic Robert, in 1946. I will reside in Mourouj Warlves on the weekend, the recently opened accommodation that includes five codes stationed in pasture. Kochna, Red Warbler, contains soothing dirt tones, with a comfortable double bed, a shower room, a small kitchen area, sofa, and a wooden surface where I sit in the evening, and listen to birds.

The center also provides Safaris Canoe (10 pounds for an hour), and it feels like exploring a secret space because my husband and my husband passed the waterways surrounded by trees, and they wandered at the fun duck sometimes. We are not Naturals: We are rising in the banks Reed, and we move without a lot of grace about other boats, my husband provides instructions on any way of rowing. It is a comfortable thing to hear the breeze in the reeds, the smell of wet ground and trees, and the rhythmic tractor of water against the minerals.

Slimbridge is a good base for exploring Cotswolds and the surrounding countryside, and one night, money to the nearby Dursley and enjoy the delicious curry in Everest Nepalese and Indian Restaurant. The next day, we head to Ulyy, where we enter Sunday lunch from Mushoom Wellington in the seventeenth century Old Crown.

I ask Parman the best way to arrive The first burialIron Age hills, and it refers us towards the opposite church, where we follow a narrow path and then up through the fields and forests, and it swells from the countryside around us. We stop at the hill, and we listen. My husband says: “These are Black birds.” “I just heard Woodpigeon,” added, smiling.

Ascending is not very difficult, my husband refers to the roots of trees and loose rocks. The landing is more difficult for me with no imagination. At one point, we realize that there is a decrease to one side, which is the very slope and uneven path.

“I will have to hint this thing,” I say, and I reduce myself carefully and without rationality, with my hands and feet on the ground, and I am on the way on the way until it comes out. It reminds me of how my interactions are affected by the outdoor air – to the extent that I learned to do things differently. However, I enjoy walking with its gentle, green breeze everywhere, and of course Birdsong.

Cute It is the word that I find myself using throughout the weekend. Although we are doing a lot, I feel threatened, my mind is anxiety calm because of indulging in nature.

I never felt out in a workshop at dawn of a choir. The sound was our common experience. There were moments when someone pointed to a far bird that I could not see, but I did not feel missing. While listening to birds for the rest of the weekend, I realized that I started to cancel the chains of the song’s texture – to notice the distinctive notes, the rhythm and the tone of each bird. I still have a lot to learn, but it seems more investigative.

While my husband and I were sitting outside the shepherd, coffee carving, listening. “Is this a discovery?” He says. “I think it is.” “Whoever believed that there would be a lot of joy in hearing a discovery and knowing this is what it is.”

I can feel annoyed by nature as a disabled person. But we all have our way to nature and our own way. This journey reminds me of the sensory joys of the open air – from the smell of wild flowers, the sun on my skin, hearing a bird and now getting to know her song.

Residence and WWT activities. Shepherd huts in Marj Warbreds Available 100 pounds per night as a preliminary offer to stay until May 31, then from 150 pounds per night. Other WWT sites contain a calendar for events, from photography workshops to watching the geese with pink feet in the fall, see wwt.org.uk