Even by 0900 the woods were warm, bathed in rich bright spring sunlight; the woods felt clean, fresh, renewed and full of vigor and possibility. The tree top orchestra is in full swing, a full range of pitch and melody are offered up; the calls are mesmerizing and I listen to see if I can discern any patterns, any conversations amongst the brush telegraph; alas the more I focused the more I lost, so I stopped listening and just enjoyed the flow. Beautiful light.
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