On our first morning in Rome, jet lag got us up way early. The sun had not yet risen and inside our loft in the heart of an old building on Via Pallacorda it was still and quiet. At 5:30 sharp, still dark, a delightful voice interrupted our revery. From the edge of the rooftop off an inner light well, a bird lit and serenaded us for about 3 minutes before moving on. It would continue doing this for the next few mornings. Welcome to Rome, indeed!
Embedded above is a recording of the 5:30 bird. If any bird aficionados can identify it, please drop us a line as to what it is.