We used to regularly holiday in the same tiny Portuguese fishing village and you could set your clock by the birds. They would return to the enormous fig tree at 6.00pm every day - the noise was deafening! - and then all of a sudden it would be 'lights out' and total silence. It was as though someone had flicked a switch!
Who decided it was time for silence and how did they know?!
Small things that make you feel happy
