In 1968 (yes, another world) I spent the summer on the Isle of Mull.
A cuckoo sat on the telephone wire above the house and co -cood all day long.
I was enchanted for the first 10 minutes. By the end of singing season I could have throttled that bird.
They are just lovely in the distance. Close up they are very loud and very annoying.
Cuckoo - Cuckoo - Cuckoo - Cuckoo Keep going for another 10 hours.

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