We are studying birdsong with the help of tear jerking bbc samples on the internet. The big news is tha contralto triple bottle blow we hear every morning is, as we suspected, a hoopoe. Other than that we have black redstarts, woodpeckers, tits, nightingales, chiff chaffs and a wealth of warblers chatting about their weekend. Apparently the birds can actually convey where they've been recently so Monday's dawn chorus is particularly tuneful:
"Hey" (accompanied by a funky groove tapped out on bark)"I went to the disco at Bedoin with this great woodpecker"
"Well" (in exotic modal song) "I took a slinky redstart to the Marrakesh for the weekend."