Robert (gurdonark) wrote,
Robert
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Camden Birdsong

Behind my father's home in Arkansas, the lot is wooded with tall pine trees and smaller understory trees.

In the dusk and dawn times, the air is alive with birdsong. Sometimes it's a virtual symphony of disparate whistles and calls. Sometimes, as in the sample here, it's a quiet mix of intermittent sound. I like the ambience of found sound.

If you will click below, you may join me in Camden, Arkansas USA for a dawn of birdsong:

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