A walk in the autumn countryside on a crisp clear day is a nice experience.
If you look into a copse by the river you can just spot three species of titmice: the great tit, the coal tit, and there, just within the sight, a blue tit.
The beech is a predominant deciduous tree in these latitudes. The trees still look nice but are shedding leaves fast, letting them swirl to the ground in a desultory fashion.
Above the forest in the general direction of the river circled two buzzards, joined later by another one. A kestrel was hunting from a power line, or perhaps it was a sparrowhawk. Bee-like flies sipped nectar from the remaining blossoms.
And humans... well, humans made noise as they always do, drove around too fast on narrow country roads, picked the windfall apples in somebody else's orchard, walked the dogs, walked the babies, and generally messed about as humans are wont to do...

