Warm nights
sleeping with the window open, are a favorite of mine. Waking to the dawn chorus and watching the light from the window grow in intensity.
Of course the wife sleeps through, she can hit snooze on the alarm clock as many times as it takes to fall back to sleep. I feel sorry for people who do not wake to hear this, and I am often amazed when people don’t know what the dawn chorus is.
I’m usually awake for it on the weekends, since I typically rise before dawn. Right now here in NC the dawn air is fragrant with honeysuckle, our back yard fence is festooned with it.
There is a green belt about 10 yds wide behind my house. In the evening I have a chorus of spring peepers who try to annihalate the mosquito larvae in the small pond in there and in the mornings this time of year there are at least five kinds of songbirds singing, including Swainson’s thrush, black capped chickadees, Oregon juncos, nuthatches, pine siskins, the obligatory crows, Canada jays, and some downy woodpeckers who have a raucous call. All in all the lot of them sing me to sleep, gotta love ’em.
I’m currently stuck in Lost Angeles. The “dawn chorus” that I listen to is the birds coughing and hacking the smog out of their lungs.
And car horns.
And junkies screaming at each other.
Walked to the mailboxes this morning. I had to wear my down jacket. The rabbits are enjoying all the fresh greenery. The nightcrawlers are drowning, but they don’t need to worry…by this time tomorrow, they will be frozen. Yay spring.
For the radio geeks, dawn chorus has an entirely different meaning.
Your computer is inexplicably inverting some “m”s…
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Mark: you can always close the window!