Time for a walk, along the edges of the ponds. Intensely blue sky yesterday, hints of greenery emerging, some swans still hesitating to fly further North.

The reeds caught my eye, swaying in the water.

Raptors hanging out, enjoying a bit of spring in the air.

Just birdsong today, not much text. I’m tired from so much writing last week.

The sounds are from an album by the Bowerbird Collective that topped the Australian charts after its release last December.

I have never been to Australia, don’t know the birds.

Just thought it is such a clever idea to raise our consciousness about needs for preservation by recording all this beautiful sound.

Which reminds me, here is some sound with human instruments, but speaking to the same goal.

If there’s still time. The book that explains it all can be found here.

And here is “Verse 2” of Bulu Line, Aboriginal George Dyuŋgayan’s rhyming tercet — “guwararrirarri yinanydina / dyidi yarrabanydyina / nanbalinblai yinanydina” —translated by Stuart Cooke  into twenty lines describing the courtship flight of snipes, whose feather vibrations in the slipstream produce a throbbing sound known as “drumming,” as in this sample:

No snipes to be seen here. All I heard yesterday was the buzzing of the geese wings. The song of red-winged blackbirds. Some quacking ducks. It was enough.