Out of the dense fog, the too-fast-to-count taps of a woodpecker drumming for the music of it. He pauses to let a train whistle blow.
The Morning Porch
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Out of the dense fog, the too-fast-to-count taps of a woodpecker drumming for the music of it. He pauses to let a train whistle blow.
Robbed of vision – I am really listening to this one.
It might sound to some as if I was anthropomorphizing here, but it would be very odd, I think, if birds didn’t gain pleasure from their calls (which of course probably also serve territorial purposes, etc.).