#COVID19Chronicles-45: May 29, 2020: The darling buds of May

Most people have no idea what life is like before sunrise. I get up everyday well before dawn, and enjoy the change from dark to light as daybreak approaches. I get to enjoy a special quietness broken mainly by the sound of birds and maybe other animals. When most people are up and about, so too is the world full of noise.

Yesterday, was for us a typical day in recent weeks: builders have been rebuilding a house at the end of our yard, and been providing us with the sound of jackhammers, buzz saws, loud voices, and more. A construction at our house has given us loud voices, though quieter than from our neighbouring property, sawing, hammering of boards, hand mixing of concrete, and yesterday the joyous chorus of a cement mixer from 8.30 through 5pm. The saving grace of the curfews of recent weeks was that the noise of industrious labourers didn’t start much before 8am and ended around 4pm. We’re now having the end go later; last night, it went on into the dark hours beyond 7pm.

When the curfews started earlier, say at 6pm, we noticed that some work went on past those hours, but we understood that the neighbour’s labourers were sleeping at the property, to maximize the possible work hours.

But, while my family grumbled about the incessant noise yesterday, I didn’t and can tolerate that because I get a good 3+ hours of relative quiet each morning. I get the blackbirds, though:

As people talk about life getting back to normal, I have a tinge of regret for them, even those who aren’t like me and enjoy the dawn chorus.

We’re not birdwatchers but we have taken to watching birds a lot. Last night, as we had dinner on the patio, we noticed a couple of doves, being all lovey-covey, first sitting together on a rail, then flying off together to set on a roof. A little mating time in the evening?

We’ve seen and heard the barn owls that have decided to come and sit on our roof occasionally, with the distinct creaking sounds of their flapping wings. Last night, we heard one and could see it high in the sky, as it circled, in search of food.

Now, this morning, I again get to enjoy dawn arriving.

Author: Dennis G Jones (aka 'The Grasshopper')

Retired International Monetary Fund economist. My blog is for organizing my ideas and thoughts about a range of topics. I was born in Jamaica, but spent 30 years being educated, living, and working in the UK. I lived in the USA for two decades, and worked and travelled abroad, extensively, throughout my careers and for pleasure. My views have a wide international perspective. Father of 3 girls. Also, married to an economist. :)