10/5: birdsong

When I lived in Ithaca, New York, I rented a basement apartment in a neighborhood adjacent to a bird sanctuary. There were times when it seemed as if hundreds of birds were singing in my backyard. Today, as I was wheeling my kayak down to the lake, I had a similar feeling of being surrounded by birdsong. It was the only thing I could hear; it completely filled my ears. Once I reached the main road, the sound of cars took over, and I almost turned back up the hill to rejoin the birds' singing. Almost--the lure of the lake was too great.