A few weeks ago I visited the fields of blooming Balsamroot and Lupine in Columbia Hills State Park. While listening to a symphony of Western Meadowlarks greeting the morning sun, Adam Gibbs (a friend and photographer from Vancouver) said to me, “You don’t realize how much you miss those sounds when you’re in the city.” It’s true. Even though I wake up to the cheerful call of a Western Meadowlark every morning, it’s just not the same. You see, I actually have my alarm clock set to be a recording of a Meadowlark that I downloaded from the Cornell Lab of Ornithology website (and my ringtone is a Wood Thrush). While it certainly beats the obnoxious default alarm calls on my phone, nothing compares to the real-life warble of joyous birds.
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