The little hedge-row birds that peck along the road, regard him not (William Wordsworth)

Photo by Terra Thurgood on Unsplash

Wie geht's?

One of the links on my latest Jewels For The Thirsty blog was about animal sounds being a marvel of evolution. It's a fascinating article and quite thought-provoking.

I'm not helping in terms of drowning out animal sounds with music.

So, I stopped listening to a record today and listened instead to the other sounds - it was quite breezy so the wind in the trees mixed with distant road noises, a faint chainsaw, our water pump periodically pumping, leaves shifting on the roof of my music room thanks to that breeze, water running into a drain and also Jacky sweeping a path using a straw broom were all there, but so too were birds, Trigger doing an impatient whinny from his yard (he's not a fan), Rey and Jerry snuffling about and making dog sounds, Gracie swishing her tail and stamping a hoof down, Lainey with her bell which doesn't stop her catching mice and fledglings when they are in season, a few die hard cicadas hanging onto the end of summer, some neighbouring sheep and some cattle were also in the mix.

It was a rich tableau that was previously obliterated by the Eagles (musical variety) singing Doolin Dalton off their Desperado album.

After a week of school and all that communication it was good to give in to the natural world (including The Eagles) and go with it.

The good thing is that as soon as the last song played on Desperado, all those other sounds (well apart from Jacky and her broom) were still there.

Lovely.

Peace and love - Wozza