Some people play music to their plants, pets and livestock. Now, going by
what Ian Warden wrote in today's Times 2, there could be something in
this for us birdwatchers.
Recently, Warden attended a recital of Handel's Messiah
by the ANU's choral society and was so moved by the Hallelujah Chorus
he claims he had no need of a lift home with his wife. In fact, he, "... was
able afterwards to float and soar home to Garran on wings of joy."
He describes his float/soar over Red Hill, "... I was somewhere high over
that craggy prominence when I had the most wonderful idea. I alighted in a tall
tree for a moment (startling a boobook owl) to think it through."
So, tomorrow, before departing on the bird blitz, I'm gonna sit Younger
Brat down and we'll take in Stravinsky's The Fire-Bird. Then, with the
strains of Stravinsky's ballet echoing in our little heads, we'll float, soar
and pirouette high above the rugged land of Shepherds Lookout.
Hallelujah! Birding sisters and brothers, I wonder what avian miracles our
heightened psyches produce. Should enliven the old COG data sheet no end.
Seriously though, we'll descend to earth, behave and be