
Not all of the bird song is, well, song. Woodpeckers provide the percussion for the morning (and afternoon!) concert in my own backyard.
My friend Mike is a morning show producer here in town. He told me once that he leaves for work around 4 a.m. and he’s always surprised at the number of birds chirping at the hour of the morning. In total darkness. I think he used the word “eerie” to describe it.
Back when Scout was sick and we were up every hour or so all night long, I got to hear what he was talking about. Three in the morning, and Scout and I would be in the backyard, he not sure what he wanted to do or where, me following around with the flashlight, and a cacophony of birds providing the soundtrack.
Eerie. But so very cool, too. [Read more...]











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