A bird friend texts me in the evening asking if I want to listen to his audio message. There’s such a strange bird singing in his street. I can not get out. It looks like an early song thrush with spring in its head, but it is the same song over and over again. You have one of those What bird is singing there?app to aim at the sound, I ask. See what that produces. He calls a little later: “Unbelievable!” he says, “It’s the alarm from a car in the parking lot of our apartment.”
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