One of the things I notice when travelling to other countries is how strange it can be to hear the sounds of wildlife but not have a picture in my head of what creature is making the sound until I have been there for a while and managed to sight the animal. Most notable of these, for me, is birdsong. I took for granted the familiarity of local birdsong and how I almost unconsciously would name the birds to myself as I heard their songs. The nightime warbling of magpies, wattlebirds chucking,kookaburras laughing, the call of migrating Carnaby cockatoos, all so familiar and identifiable. Then travelling to rural Ireland for example and being mystified in the early morning by the numerous different birdsongs and not feeling satisfied or settled until I had identified the owners of all the varied songs I was hearing.
Thanks for that, very interesting :).
One of the things I notice when travelling to other countries is how strange it can be to hear the sounds of wildlife but not have a picture in my head of what creature is making the sound until I have been there for a while and managed to sight the animal. Most notable of these, for me, is birdsong. I took for granted the familiarity of local birdsong and how I almost unconsciously would name the birds to myself as I heard their songs. The nightime warbling of magpies, wattlebirds chucking,kookaburras laughing, the call of migrating Carnaby cockatoos, all so familiar and identifiable. Then travelling to rural Ireland for example and being mystified in the early morning by the numerous different birdsongs and not feeling satisfied or settled until I had identified the owners of all the varied songs I was hearing.