Several mornings lately I’ve taken my early morning walk intending to experiment with listening more. I wanted to pay attention to the sounds of spring.
As I walk, bird song and other natural sounds often fade behind everyday preoccupations. Last Tuesday I found the concentration to sharpen my listening. It was a wonderful exercise.
I stood at the top of a hill and marveled at the variety of birds I was hearing. Many of the songs and calls were easy to identify. All of them together were wonderful.
Bird song was coming from four directions. Some was produced only a few feet away and some was coming from at least a half-mile away. Using my phone, I began recording. I made four 30-second recordings.
All four recordings establish, without a doubt, that I breathe. I had held the phone near my right ear and the sound of my heavy breathing (I had just climbed the steep hill) drowned everything else out. A rookie mistake.
Never mind, I tried again. This time I held the phone as far away as my arm would reach. Playing that recording I heard a small quartet, not the symphony that was actually going on. I decided to simply enjoy the music and try to record another day.
On my way home I was able to capture the love song of a Song Sparrow . Turn the sound up!
A day or two later I stepped out our back door and captured the music of the
flicker, robin, bush tits, chickadees, crows, and many more. There was the symphony I’d been looking for– in my own back yard.
(Turn the sound up and pay no attention to the little red dog – he has a dog’s sense of decorum)