Just back from a holiday in a village where the dogs (we presume, not kids) cried at each clocher ... 7am .. 9am ... etc .. but only then ... poor things we thought. Otherwise, never heard them. Lots of tractors around too, going along the road and up the one at the end of the garden .. c'est normal we said. And they didn't start as early as the vignerons do, either!
ex W1, via 47 and 11 and now [just] in 34, equidistant from Carcassonne, Narbonne and Béziers, where I hope we'll finally stay!!