If living in Trelawnyd had a sound theme, then it would be of the chatter of sparrows.
The heavy bangs of honeysuckle which obscures most of the front door and the beech hedge and Buddleja that dominate the back garden are generally always filled with them , and boy do they chatter and bicker and chirp. Especially when the weather is warm and fine and on sunny, days when the doors are wide open and the windows let the breeze fill the cottage with the smells of the countryside.
Wood pigeons coo from their Yew tree in the Churchyard, and I can detect the songs of thrush and blackbird, the seesaw of the coal tits and the real chattering of the common chaffinch which feed from next doors’ bird table.
From the large trees beyond the Manley’s ancient still house,come the rooks cackle and caw and they add to the din so much so that when I was on a zoom call earlier my caller asked me if I owned a budgie, so loud was the calls and whistles from the garden, land and field.
Seagulls yaw, from above the Gop and buzzards often cry out as they circle the hill, and sound like cats as they do so.
It’s a bird village for sure
My part of Trelawnyd
My cottage just left of centre
Look in the churchyard and you can see my laburnam’s shadow
