In bed this beautiful spring day listening to the birds. A particular bird whose song sounds like the opening of Beethoven’s 5th. Da da da dum. Da Da Da Dum.
Robin, who is a formidable whistler replies: da da da dum. Back and forth they go and I am imagining an orchestra of feathered instruments all pitching in; the chickadees, the woodpeckers, the sparrows of all stripes, towhees, juncoes, robins, the juvenile eagles with their hovering mothers, the crows, the mourning doves (what are they mourning?), and the less frequently heard, the pheasant.
Glorious sounds heard from a warm bed in the morning.
Hello. Yes, this is Dog 