Little time had passed until Gordon had us ‘tuning our ears’ to the variety of bird sounds, and learning to separate the sounds of the song thrush from the chaffinch and from the myriad of other tweets and chirpings that we take for granted each day.
We travelled for about 1km through the dawn chorus and down a tree clad country boreen until we reached the Turlough, locally known as Loughrask. Along the way we learned that it is the male bird that sings to identify his territory and attract females.
We also continued to identify other birds as we encountered them from their plumage colour, flight patterns, and the discrete bird songs.
We reached the Turlough to be greeted by the Grey Heron, the Blackbird, and the Wren. In the distance we observed the gliding flight of the Woodpigeon. Rooks were in abundance; the monotonous cawing made the nearby treetop rookery a noisy place. We were later to encounter the super territorial Robin, the Mistle Thrush, the Cuckoo, the Coot, the Chiffchaff, the Blue Tit, and more.
We finished the day with a sumptuous champagne breakfast in Logue’s Restaurant.