<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115029301779948608</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 08 Nov 2024 15:40:24 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>bojiveinski</title><description>Journal,Ecclectic,Windows Live Writer</description><link>http://bojiveinski.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (bojiveinski)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115029301779948608.post-8403990944414888001</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 22:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-08T15:55:24.216-07:00</atom:updated><title>BIRD SONG, PAVLOV T.V.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Natures&#39; alarm clock &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;wakes me up with the&amp;#160; 5a.m. summer, morning, symphony,&lt;a title=&quot;The Blonde Sparrow&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/94593334@N00/888729072/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;101&quot; alt=&quot;The Blonde Sparrow&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/1277/888729072_e7fdf9013c.jpg&quot; width=&quot;151&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; White-crowned sparrows&lt;a href=&quot;http://media.ornith.cornell.edu/free/western/whitesparrow.wav&quot;&gt;,&amp;quot;tweet, tweet,&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt; outside my bedroom window. Time to get up and make me a pot of coffee. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I&#39;m moving kind of slow as I stroll out front with my&amp;#160; brimming cup of &amp;quot;joe.&amp;quot; (coffee that is)&amp;#160; The sun rises,and I sit down on the bench to&amp;#160; watch my front yard, neighbors,&lt;a title=&quot;Young Robin&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/34995267@N00/2646262463/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;101&quot; alt=&quot;Young Robin&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/2329/2646262463_1539b40db6.jpg&quot; width=&quot;118&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Robins,&lt;a title=&quot;One Big Happy ,,(day 1)&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/80632987@N00/2565368560/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;107&quot; alt=&quot;One Big Happy ,,(day 1)&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/3124/2565368560_feebff8f84.jpg&quot; width=&quot;149&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://media.ornith.cornell.edu/free/eastern/60.wav&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Yellow Finches&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a title=&quot;GoldFinch&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/15942423@N04/2618598346/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;141&quot; alt=&quot;GoldFinch&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/3066/2618598346_0c413fd6af.jpg&quot; width=&quot;181&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Sparrows, The Morning Doves, &lt;a href=&quot;http://media.ornith.cornell.edu/free/eastern/36.wav&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Cardinals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;Cardinal&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/16891399@N02/2645669865/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;139&quot; alt=&quot;Cardinal&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/3114/2645669865_62841eaaed.jpg&quot; width=&quot;93&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Some birds flying in and out of their,12ft tall, high-rise, pine tree; while other birds fly in and out of&amp;#160; their 12ft. condominium, Blue Spruce tree, that is next to it. The trees are about 10 feet away from my front door.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Chirp, chirp,&amp;quot;&amp;#160; baby birds chirping&amp;#160; for breakfast, I can&#39;t see the nests because of the thick, intertwined, overlapping branches. I think, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amazing how many birds nest in these two trees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I take a sip of coffee, and my wakening eyes look up at the Sparrows perched on the telephone line, chattering one to another, &lt;a href=&quot;http://media.ornith.cornell.edu/free/western/whitesparrow.wav&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;cheep, cheep.&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, cheep telephone rates for short distance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://media.ornith.cornell.edu/free/western/2.wav&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title=&quot;Mourning Doves&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/43671228@N00/2640079431/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;107&quot; alt=&quot;Mourning Doves&quot; src=&quot;http://static.flickr.com/3116/2640079431_7a7a53ba13.jpg&quot; width=&quot;132&quot; align=&quot;left&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://media.ornith.cornell.edu/free/western/2.wav&quot;&gt;Coo, coo,&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; Mourning Dove perched and cooing, a good morning greeting, &amp;quot;Coo, coo,&amp;quot; a soothing, pleasant sound that relaxes me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Ah,&amp;quot; no car traffic, just the peaceful sounds of nature.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I&amp;#160; sip&amp;#160; my cup of coffee, and clear my depressed mind of the 21st century,&amp;#160; evening news that was about human civilization; murders, rape, kidnapping, bloodlust, etc. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depressing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;News sponsored by anti-depressants.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I take another sip of coffee, &amp;quot;Hmmm,&amp;quot; and reflect, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last night after the 21st century, evening news, I wanted to see if there was a&amp;#160; good show on t.v. So, I &amp;quot;flicked&amp;quot; through&amp;#160; the t.v. channels; &amp;quot;flick,&amp;quot; gore; &amp;quot;flick,&amp;quot; bloodlust; &amp;quot;flick,&amp;quot; violence, &amp;quot;flick,&amp;quot; murder, and&amp;#160; &amp;quot;flicked,&amp;quot; off the t.v.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pavlov? Whet the appetite?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gulp down some coffee, and look into the nature of life. A pair of Mourning Doves mating; a sparrow&amp;#160; has a long, strand of cloth for her nest; Robin with a worm in her beak flies to her&amp;#160; chirping, baby birds, &amp;quot;Chirp, chirp.&amp;quot; Natural behavior.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I watch and sit silently with open ears to listen to the lessons of nature. My coffee cup is empty, and I am full of&amp;#160; the harmonious sounds and peace of Nature.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So, I went inside and downloaded&amp;#160; my feathered friends&#39; bird sounds from the internet site, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.birds.cornell.edu/macaulaylibrary/Search/freesounds.html&quot;&gt;CORNELL LAB of ORNITHOLOGY,THE MACAULAY LIBRARY&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;free bird sounds&lt;/strong&gt;, and as I played the Mourning Dove recording on my Windows Media Player, I heard another Mourning Dove,cooing,&amp;#160; &lt;a href=&quot;http://media.ornith.cornell.edu/free/western/2.wav&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Coo, coo,&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt; outside my&amp;#160; living room, window screen. Then I played the white sparrow sound, and voila&#39;, I heard the sparrows that were perched on the Maple trees branches&amp;#160; accompany my recording. My ears followed the high notes up to the baby-blue sky, and&amp;#160; I saw big, white, puffy clouds hovering over a small sparrow singing away on the telephone wire. 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I&#39;m not a rocket scientist. I&#39;m just an ordinary joe that wanted to use a step-by-step text editor to explain to me in plain and simple language. (I was a high school drop out, I fell off the second floor.) So, I am just beginning to use Windows Live Writer. So far, so good because the last writer I used couldn&#39;t even connect me to my blog spot, or upload a picture and it frustrated me and confused me. (Confucius say, &amp;quot;Don&#39;t confuse me.&amp;quot;)&amp;#160; And I&#39;m already feeling confident using WLW, so far everything is going great! I hope that you can read this, because I had&amp;#160; to go to my eye doctor; I took a book reading course and hit a bookmark! Now I&#39;m going to see if this posts on my blog. Syanora!&lt;/p&gt;  </description><link>http://bojiveinski.blogspot.com/2008/06/newbie-at-blogging.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (bojiveinski)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>