Evening bird

Every evening, around 5-6 PM, a bird sings in the yard. And it chirps so beautifully! “Chvik-chvik-chiviiik!” Usually, I hear birds early in the morning, but this one is some sort of evening bird.

I wanted to record it, but by the time I got the recorder out, it had stopped. And now, once again, it’s the sounds of cars, children playing, the evening city with its own concerns. Tomorrow, at the same time.