Thursday, April 09, 2015
Just before dawn
Nothing beats a cold morning walk. Just before the sun crosses the horizon, the air is still crisp and crackly, and the birds and humans are getting ready for work.
One of the usual birds was announcing his intentions for the day. This one has a simple and repetitive call:
One of the usual humans was scraping his windshield and warming up his car. He was conversing with the bird by whistling. The human answered each call of the bird, altering the rhythm just a bit. As far as I could tell, the bird didn't take the bait, didn't alter his call. Maybe he wasn't fooled, or maybe his alterations weren't within my perception.
Carver.
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Sidenote: I've done two 'neighborhood notations' here. Both of them are the same little tune! 
One of the usual humans was scraping his windshield and warming up his car. He was conversing with the bird by whistling. The human answered each call of the bird, altering the rhythm just a bit. As far as I could tell, the bird didn't take the bait, didn't alter his call. Maybe he wasn't fooled, or maybe his alterations weren't within my perception.
Carver.
= = = = =
Sidenote: I've done two 'neighborhood notations' here. Both of them are the same little tune! Labels: Carver, Heimatkunde
¶ 7:06 AM
