Yesterday morning, at Blue Mountain Lake in the Adirondacks. No people sounds yet, just the birds. And only the birds. No breeze, no rustle of leaves, no water slaps. Loon calls. Unidentified birdies singing their morning wake-ups, a very pleasant 6-note melody that ended on an anomalous gutteral, screechy 7th one. Surprise!
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Sounds wonderful!
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