Birdsong

I blogged last night about the absence of birdsong. I put it down to the ridiculously high pressure we are currently experiencing. But tonight as I sit out there I suspect that they have nothing to sing about.
It's August 10th. Breeding season over. No mate to attract, no territory to defend. Summer over. Already!. One lone house-martin lazily seeing what insects might be about. Couple of pigeons like bored sink-estate teenagers loafing about checking out what might or might not be worth checking out. I never thought that birdsong finished so abruptly after the mating season. The morning chorus I thought just cascaded and careered through the summer into autumn.....where it gently subsided into the inevitable questions of which bird would depart to which distant territory, in which direction, at which time. But it's so obvious. All that chatter and clatter and tweeting and twittering, trilling and whistling, singing and pinging was all about love-making, romance and pro-creation. And Boy now we have the aftermath of all that spent energy. Silence. Not sure if anyone has left yet. It's gone hot. Hang around. We have local buddies who will hang around. Robin,blackbird, wren to name a few.
but most will shoot through...........Like a Bondi Tram!!