 
 At first light , on the many occasions i jump out of bed  full of  the joys of Spring, I'll take a brisk walk to the Canal a few blocks  away...and bask in the  aural spectacular   of  birds waking and announcing their whereabouts and generally staking their  territorial claims in the new day.
 This is sooo primal and reaffirming, and often i have wished i could record  it and play it at home while i work, instead of all the insistant music  beats or media crap that is making life hell as they report  every dying  snuff of the economy on the radio and TV.
 So you can imagine my delight when i read there is a digital radio  station alive and well out there, that broadcasts  the Dawn Chorus's of  England  24/7 one after the other  in sizable 20 minute chunks..
 So Knights and Ladies...  if you go to  www.birdsongRadio.com
 you too can delight in the calming sounds of   Wren  and  robin and blackbird,  caroling the day break,    Turtle  dove, wood pigeon,  thrushes, cuckoos  and  warblers.     Ducks on the lakes  the moorhens and  Coots, Pheasnts in the woods and the list goes on.
 It all reminds me of  the last verse of Edward Thomas's  classic poem  about the Oxfordshire railway station "Adlestrop"  :
 And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him,  mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and  Gloucestershire.
 
Of course on the distant horizon, that is probably the sound of the  motorway ( interstate)  with people hurtling to city work-hell in the  penumbra of the day.....  
  

 
 
What's that? The sound of nature? Easy to forget sometimes.
ReplyDeleteThat's why I love the silent retreat at the Whitehouse Jesuit Retreat Center in St. Louis.
Just me, my beating heart and the birds....of course, an occasional train, barge on the river, belch and fart, and my iPod when I can't stand the silence anymore!
Sir Hook the Natural of Warrick