It makes me feel nostalgia for Woods Hole and the generations of song sparrow I listened to here.
Song sparrows, fog rolling in, ... honeysuckle.
At the moment, the sparrow singing outside caught my attention by how its song pattern-matched something in my memory from a sparrow last summer. It is probably the same bird. I had tried to memorize the song. A friend of mine and I used to whistle the melody of one particular song sparrow - to let each other know when we were approaching.
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