Tuesday, April 14, 2020
Global Confirmed: 1,981,239
Global Deaths: 126,681
I loved you twenty seconds ago, and still I love you right now, he says. We were in the back yard again, lying in the sun. It was a little chilly but still nice to be outside.
Some say the birds are singing louder. They sure sound like it here. Lots of squeaking and hollering and flapping around. There’s nine million of them out at the feeders. Little guys with bright yellow chests, their throats bobbling around while they’re tweeting their heads off. Another guy over there with a white stripe on his head. The quail and mourning doves and scrub jays squawking and talking and everyone seems to be getting along.
But some say they aren’t really singing louder. The noises just aren’t competing with human sounds. That they’re actually using less energy to sing as loud, so they have more energy to look for food and feed their babies and make nicer homes.
So the Soundscapes during the day and during the night are intense. So much easier to hear now. Since people are not driving or moving much, it has actually made The Hum of the Earth smaller, so seismologists can hear the Earth itself moving in new and unique ways.
So we lay there. Happy as clams. In love as usual.
Listen, he says.
And I can’t help but do just that.