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The night before leaving on a weeklong journey, I drove to Connecticut Hill Wildlife Management Area to see what the frogs and toads were up to. I really didn’t plan on doing any recording. I just wanted to pay my respects to nature before leaving town. Little did I anticipate the wonderful mix of sound I would stumble upon …
Everyone loves owls. On the night of May 20 with the moon nearly full, I drove to a nearby wildlife refuge in search of Gray Treefrogs. The frogs weren’t calling, but at one stop I was treated to an amazing performance by what I presumed to be a “family” of Barred Owls. How lucky can you get? …
Last night I slept under the stars in the forest next to a beautiful pond. At dawn I recorded the calls of Spring Peepers set against the gentle gurgling of water. Then I went exploring and soon came upon a Wood Thrush, singing excitedly as an intermittent breeze passed through the forest canopy. I am so grateful that I spent the night under the stars …
During the third week of May, farmers release their cows into the meadows at nearby Finger Lakes National Forest. As you might suspect, their appearance can have a drastic effect on the natural soundscape, especially if mamma cows have been separated from their calves …
Nature’s gift of the day: an avian celebration featuring a dozen or more species, recorded in hardwood forest here in upstate New York. I’ve christened it Abundant Life, due to its rich variety of bird sounds. Close your eyes and listen. How many species can you identify?
Last night I camped out in Shindagin Hollow. I laid my super-comfy sleeping mat directly on the ground next to a small pond created by beaver. Rising promptly at 4:30am, I engaged my soundscape microphone and then captured a relaxing chorus of bird songs set against the gentle gurgle of water pouring over an old beaver dam …
Having posted an intimate recording of a Veery about a week ago (Very Veery), I found myself thinking about my all-time favorite recording of the species … a lone male singing in the rain at Cranberry Glades Botanical Area in the mountains of West Virginia.
Cool weather over the last two weeks has put a damper on the breeding activities of American Toads. I’ve been hard-pressed to get a good recording of their trilling. But last week I came upon a small cluster of toads sounding off at the break of dawn …
Enjoy this relaxing soundscape that I recorded this morning while meditating along a stream in Shindagin Hollow. What a wonderful sermon I beheld in glorious solitude while resting quietly in the Cathedral of Nature, not far from town …
Many mornings I am unable to even get a half-usable recording, but this morning I struck gold. You’re sure to enjoy this intimate recording of the spiraling flute-like song of a Veery …
On this beautiful spring day, I have just one thing to say … I am so incredibly fortunate to live in an area where I can enjoy the bubbling “song-fantasias” of Bobolinks, ecstatic voices from another world! Enjoy this engaging recording of four males perched near one another, spouting songs like a fountain spraying water upwards and outwards, as if partaking in a festive reunion …
I delight in gathering sound portraits of species, with emphasis on depicting each bird dimensionally “in its habitat,” embedded within a pleasant mix of other nature sounds. Thus, you can imagine my delight when I encountered a Gray Catbird singing in a multiflora rose shrub next to the overflow of Ladyslipper Pond …
Sunday morning was breezy. I almost slept-in, but my inner voice would have nothing of it. By dawn, I was at a pothole pond in nearby Texas Hollow State Forest, recording wind in the hemlocks, along with the songs of four different songbirds and the loud honking of Canada Geese …
Rising once again at 4am, I rushed off to meet with my friend Melissa Groo, a talented wildlife photographer. We drove down into Shindagin Hollow then up again to a beautiful wet meadow at the edge of the forest, arriving art first light, just as the birds were beginning to sing …
I rose at 4 am this morning and drove to a remote location in the hills above Shindagin Hollow. Upon arriving, I set my soundscape microphone in the forest next to the road. Water trickled softly down a nearby drainage ditch. Otherwise it was completely quiet. Then the birds began to sing …
