Only three months to go and it is winter. It feels strange since outside the sun shines and it is a cacophony of sounds of birds. At times I wish they would shut up. It's hard to hear yourself think. Sounds carry far if you live in the country. Weed Packers but the train as well. It feels as if I live near the train station but in reality, it is 10 kilometers away from here.
It's the same with dogs from neighbors. Neighbors living at least 1 kilometer or even ten away from us. The never-ending barking of all these dogs does drive me crazy at times, same with the farmers. By the way it's hard to tell if they are farmers because if they farm at all it's always on Sundays. The crops doesn't look great. It's like an American farmer once said "these people know nothing about farming and have a lot to learn." I still find it a strange habit to work on Sundays only and do nothing during the rest of the week. Nothing means totally nothing. I wish I had a life like that although it might turn me into a bored drunk with an extreme beer belly as well.
Device: mobile phone
Egg timer: set at 10 minutes and I left for a cup of tea
Grammarly ran
For me, the sounds of the countryside are sometimes pleasant. But when it is 5 in the morning and the noise with the song of the wild birds is heard in the field, I would like to go out and shout so that they let me rest a little more.
It is cold in the country in December. And very few in the family get up at 4 in the morning. But I must, the birds wake me up.