You can be a mountain-climbing, forest-hiking, campfire building, tough nut who knows the hell out of birds and their habits and field markings and all that. But you still might know a little about subjects that break this stereotypical mold.
Like maybe you know a song or two from classical music or even Broadway. And you happen to remember the haunting “Music of the Night” from “The Phantom of the Opera.”
What does this have to do with the rugged sport of two-fisted birdwatching? Last night, while taking the pooch for a midnight bathroom hike in the snowy nighttime woods, you hear…the music of the night.
You know a fierce and fearsome Great Horned Owl is offstage in the dark. And he’s performing a great horned aria.
Bird related experiences are the meat and potatoes of these reports. Usually not about music, although not long ago we wrote about Melanie and her “new pair of roller skates.” And we once wrote about the late Dave Brubeck and “took five.”
Mostly we cover two-fisted birdwatching. Not music. But that “phantom” won’t shut up. The owl hidden in the treetops is hot to repeat that haunting solo in the dark. Hoo-hoo…hoohoo-hoo. Then again. The music of the night from the phantom of the forest.
The owl might’ve been excited because the pooch is a tempting midnight snack. But the pooch was going home in one piece. Yet, the lonesome music of the night continues in the woods. Wild.
Thanks for the links in there. To the Melanie story about 3 billion missing birds and her sexy roller skate song. Also, the Brubeck story was cool like his music. Nice one!
Thoroughly enjoyed this!