I went to sit in the wood on a cold January morning from 7:15-8:15am to listen to the activity in the bleak midwinter. It was fascinating and beautiful. I have included some fragments from that session here.
The ravens were first on the scene, croaking their way across the sky; seemingly often in pairs. The tawny owls chimed in a little later (though, they had perhaps been at it all night long anyway!). Some noisy crows followed. And then the buzzards – and they were particularly animated that morning.
As is often the case with the dawn chorus, it seemed most of the time that they all graciously take turns.