It's very, very quiet in the forest this morning. Apart from a cuckoo calling at first light, and an earlier visit from a couple of magpies there's nothing moving or calling ... Not even the flies. Perhaps they are resting after all the heat, hustle and bustle of yesterday. Some very mellow jazz playing softly now ... so softly I can still hear the bubbles popping in the froth of my very fine, home-made cappuccino.
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