No, I will not sing for you. You don’t have enough money for that. (But if you do, contact me. I’ll do a charity event.)
I would thus from time to time take advice of the birds.
—Henry David Thoreau, Journal, 12 May 1857
This post may seem as if I’m smoking pot, but I’m not, even though it is now legal in New York State (since March 2021). I only smoke OP’s. “Other people’s,” because I can’t afford it. I limit my social existence, so I’m always short on OP’s.
Below is a 30-minute audio track of birds around the yard and nearby woods early the morning of Sunday, June 26, 2022 . Make sure the volume slide (right) in this player is pushed all the way to the right. Also turn up the volume all the way on your device.
Don’t be thrown by the silent minute starting about a minute into the recording, and again later, around eight minutes in. They were natural events.
It plays louder for me directly from my phone or PC, but weak from this web page. Ugh. Let it be just a soft background music while you read. I’m going to get smarter about how I record and make another track soon.
These singing Balsameans know that I love them. Especially the crows. Crows recognize human faces and remember if they are a positive or negative presence. See The Crow and the Cave Man, a two minute video clip from the PBS documentary A Murder of Crows (30 minute video, terrific, must see).