Hi Marty,
Enlightening insights and reflections on the scientific methodology of
those times. I can hardly remember 10 years ago with that much detail ;^) I=
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seems that in the name of science we have and do many things that seem
counter intuitive to all commonsense. God help us to trust in the mystery o=
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nature. My thoughts on this can be summed up best with the last verse of Bo=
b
Dylan's
Every Grain of Sand
"I hear the ancient footsteps like
the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there,
other times it's only me.
I am hanging in the balance
of a perfect finished plan
Like every sparrow falling,
like every grain of sand. "
Best Wishes,
Mark R.
Marty Wrote-
>Paul is exactly right. I spent the summer of 1958 in British Columbia >on
Cornell-funded research, playing songs of eastern Empidonax to >avian
suspects in varying habitats -- an extension of the PhD thesis >work on
Alder flycatchers of my colleague Robert Carrington Stein. >Speaking of old
equipment - it was a Magnemite wind-up 78 RPM >"recorder" (with the huge
wheel capstan??) and a TUBE battery >amplifier - we were lucky to get 1 wat=
t
>of output to the speaker! I guess these days one would say: Typical of >yo=
u
Yanks! Imposing your "American" sounds on our poor Canadian birds! >Shame."
and wouldn't be far wrong . . .;^)
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