I love May nights in Siberia. Outdoors. Here and here every day walking your goats you will sit down and begin to listen. No, of course the neighborhood is already pleased with the eyes - the greens have come out, the flowers are again ... but now is the time of the sounds. By the evening birds are animated, they have a marriage period and the forest is full of chirping, overflows, that's something grunting, and this cuckoo was baked by someone just a couple of years of life ... or maybe to herself - no one here comes except us With goats, but we do not ask this motley fool of questions.
Oops, the picture is wrong ... goats make a dissonance in the sound picture - rustle with grass, eat, memeake ... Then like this
