Monday, April 29, 2013

Wake-up Calls

The morning is still too cool after last night's rain to sit on my damp chairs on the deck, but I am newly impressed with spring and wrapped in my warm winter bathrobe I take the laptop outside and try to become inspired for something to write...and I listen... and then I hear...



...the sound of a large creaky hinge on a barn door, but since I have no barn with a door in my back yard, I know that it is the familiar creak of a heavy tree branch that leans against another.  If the wind hits it just right it has a second sound like a sputter that a 6-year-old might make when he feels bravely arrogant.

This sound is followed the rush of wind briefly caught in the new spring leaves.  Wind has a much richer sound now that the trees are all dressed in lime green flags.

I hear the sudden sound of a splash and plop in the river.  The fish are back!

Then there is the sound of a distant machine backing up...not the tinny beep most commonly heard but more like an old bell clanging a half dozen times.

There is the sound of the osprey giving out his morning call to his mate.  This familiar chirp is sharp and piercing and high on the wind sounding almost childlike.

The above sound is followed by the loud and raucous crow who calls boldly to no one in particular and everyone in general.

Next is the flat and disdainful yawp of the mallard that stays on our side of the river, but can never be seen when I head down to the dock. 

If I listen ever so carefully I can hear the intermittent clang of a halyard on one of the boats at a distant dock.

Then as the sun begins to warm the view, various tiny birds share their territorial chorale with me.  Some short and lilting and others distant and lyrical.  They sound like cheerleaders on distant teams calling and re-calling their team spirit.

17 comments:

Brian Miller said...

smiles...just listening can be such inspiration...love the sounds of your world...and that you sit and deduce what they are...ha...i do that...smiles.

Chris said...

Do you have ospreys back on your platform this year?

FOLKWAYS NOTEBOOK said...

I love to spend my mornings like you did on your deck. The sounds and sights provide times when we can back into our selves and realize what a wonderful natural world we have. -- barbara

Hilary said...

Sounds like the season is well underway in your space. Lovely.

Pauline said...

Early morning sounds are different from regular daytime sounds. They stand out, aren't lost in the noisy clutter of noontime. This was lovely.

Celia said...

Lovely to listen to nature and the world speaking to us. So many stories to tell.

Bob Bushell said...

Cracking picture, and the oratory, great.

Red said...

This is a good exercise to do and you discovered many things. You must be far away from urban traffic.

Dave King said...

What an absolutely wonderful post! You conjure up the sounds and activities of the area with great knowledge and authenticity. This was a delight to read. Many, many thanks.

Peruby said...

My favorite is the leaves rustling in the wind. I love that sound.

ellen abbott said...

It's amazing all the things you can hear if you just sit in the silence.

Gail Dixon (Louisiana Belle) said...

A wonderful collection of sounds. They inspired you to write a very lovely post. :)

Reena Walkling said...

Your beautiful image was perfect for your words. I love listening to the world around me.

Mage said...

Just powerfully lovely. Thanks.

Kay said...

Ahhhhh... This sounds so beautifully idyllic. You're so lucky to have this.

Linda said...

How wonderful to sit in the morning, surrounded by this beautiful scenery. In my world, a jet ski would be hustling by. Who invented them anyway? Sheesh. I love the way you've captured the sunrise, lighting up the dock across the water. So tranquil.

Marie Smith said...

The sounds of peace.