In the lowland forests, the concert of our feathered friends gradually loses its intensity. On the Jura ridges, on the contrary, it reaches its peak after a later start. At dawn and dusk, the whole mountain resounds with the reproductive and territorial ardor of the winged gentry and, during the day, the parents make countless trips to feed their chicks.
During two days of hiking at a contemplative pace, we will have multiple opportunities to sharpen our eyes and ears, to get better acquainted with the many singers residing in these places and to immerse ourselves in the spring explosion of the Jura.
