Starting the day a lyrical way
Considering the delightful sounds that I am privileged to wake up to each morning at present I couldn’t think of anything more appropriate than sharing some of those sounds here and at the same time recalling the words of an even more appropriate Robert Browning poem.
Now that April’s there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England – now!
English and Nicaraguan morning calls
The first clip indeed focuses particularly on that voluble little chap the chaffinch and was recorded in my mother’s garden early one morning this fine spring week. By way of transatlantic contrast the second was recorded at Nathan’s Rancho Esperanza equally early one morning in Nicaragua. The Rancho Esperanza can be found in Jiquilillo, a small Nicaraguan community at the end of a remote road on the Pacific coast.
To assist with some visual reference here follows a short photo slideshow of Jiquilillo and the Rancho Esperanza in particular -
