This is my last Long Swamp post. I promise. From 2019.
As I mentioned in last night's Dusk track, https://soundcloud.com/soundeziner/20190716-long-swamp-dusk, I've fallen in love with the mountains of the Okanogan. The wet meadows, swampy bogs, dense forests, deep riparian zones, grassy ridge tops, and more are perfect for finding sonically rich, naturally quiet locations. Most of the special places are difficult to reach from Seattle, but that’s fine by me. It means more opportunities to record with without interruption.
The morning starts crisp, clear, and early, with the first local voice an early-rising Song Sparrow at 0m21s (0428). He's soon joined by a Swainson's Thrush who works through a minute of one-note calls, then buzzes and churls, before finally breaking into full, beautiful song at 2m17s (0430). His dense, spiraling, ethereal notes spin away like fluted wisps in the morning. I listen in awe.
A fellow thrush and close cousin of the Swainson's, an American Robin, finally wakes up enough to join full-throated at 4m23s (0432). I usually expect to hear Robins before anyone else, but everyone's out-and-about early in this still dark twilight.
There isn't much of a wait for light, though. The 0434 Dawn begins at 5m58s with First Light, when the sun is just 6 degrees below the horizon and the first fingers of sunlight creep across the hills. Nautical Twilight is over, with Civil Twilight not far behind.
At 8m43s (0436) a Lincoln's Sparrow joins the chorus. Like Song Sparrows, they have a wide individual repertoire. I'd not heard this variation before camping at Long Swamp, and it delights me every time I hear it now.
As if to show off how well song carries in this place, an Olive-Sided Flycatcher sings "Quick! THREE beers!" in the deep background. You can hear it well at 17m43s (0445) while everyone else rests. Birders have a reputation as boring or stodgy older folks. That the common phonetics for these little birds is "Quick! THREE beers!" leads me to think it's a cover. We're partying folk at heart. Pull up to the pub. Quick! Three beers! Not two. Not just one, but THREE beers!
This isn't just a place for songbirds. A Mallard rants on about the difficult life of a duck while wading around the swamp, being particularly petulant at 34m37s (0503).
The 0515 sunrise at 46m58s brings an end to Dawn and a start to daylight hours. That doesn't bring an end to the chorus, though, which carries on as if time is just a construct of the mind. Soon, however, the chipmunks wake up and start their constant territorial squabbling and chittering. From 55m54s (0524) onward the birds have heavy sonic competition. Perhaps this encourages them to begin foraging. Perhaps it's just a useful time to pack it in. In any case, I'm quickly reminded that chipmunks are skittish can be alarmed by anything, such as discovering a set of microphones near their home at 59m59s (0528). This powerful blast represents the one "edit" I've made to this recording, dropping the volume of the chitters by more than 12 decibels. You're welcome for your speakers not being overloaded, by the way.
By 1h11m42s (0540) the Dawn chorus is largely over, and all the actors have dispersed for a day of foraging, living, and territorial squabbling. Locally, from 1h19m30s (0548) to 1h45m0s (0614), the soundscape is a mix of wandering chipmunks and nearby waterfowl activity, most likely a Mallard family browsing about. I love hearing scuttling and fluttering, but feathered splashing nearby always stands out as something a little more special to my ears. It may just be that its a sound I don't hear around the house from pets, so I'm drawn to its subtle familiarity-yet-alien-ness.
Speaking of fluttering, soft chatter of Tree Swallows darts around a long-winded Song Sparrow from 2h02m55s (0632) on. Both flutter and skip around the microphones as they carry on.
I sit and listen, a silent, smiling guest.
- Field Recording