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Re:Tweet of the Day - Northern cardinal

11/2/2015

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This morning on Radio 4's Tweet of the Day, Michael Palin introduced us to the northern cardinal, a common bird of parks and gardens in North America. To hear the broadcast again, click the button.

 
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The northern cardinal is the state bird of seven states, more than any other species:  Illinois, Indiana, Kentucky, North Carolina, Ohio, Virginia and West Virginia.  Undoubtedly its familiarity and bright colouration are part of the reason, but it is also one of the most loved songsters in North America.  Both sexes sing clear, whistled song patterns, which are repeated several times, then varied.

According to Olivier Messiaen who has featured many times on these pages, it was his teacher Paul Dukas who told him, “Listen to the birds; they are great masters.”  He took the advice, and turned it into a life-long obsession, becoming an expert on bird song in the process.  Most of Messiaen's style oiseau music is the product of careful notation of the birdsong he encountered in the field.

However, Oiseaux exotiques (1955-56) cites no fewer than 40 different birdsongs from far-flung lands, all transcribed from recordings.  The work, in a single continuous movement, may be regarded as a sort of avian fantasy, but is really a sound fantasy—an exploration of timbres and rhythms where birdsong meets ancient Karnatic and Greek rhythms. The northern cardinal has a prominent role almost from the start.
Robert Fallon is a musicologist based at Carnegie Mellon University, Pittsburgh.  He has made a study of Messiaen's transcriptions of birdsong and compared them with spectograms of the real thing.
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In this superb performance of the first part of Oiseaux Exotiques, with Messiaen's one-time student Pierre Boulez conducting, and Pierre-Laurent Aimard at the piano, the first two fragments above are about 3 minutes in, and the third about twenty seconds later.
Finally, a chance to hear the bird for yourself:
I am grateful to Robert Fallon for permission to use the spectogram comparison diagram.  Rob's website contains a lot of interesting information and further examinations of other species.  Another comprehensive site for fans of Messiaen is run by Malcolm Ball at www.oliviermessiaen.org
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Re:Tweet of the Day - blue rock thrush

7/1/2015

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On this morning's Tweet of the Day, Liz Bonin presented the blue rock thrush.  Click the button below to hear the original Radio 4 broadcast.

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For our Re:Tweet we turn to an old friend:  Olivier Messiaen (1908-1992).  Messiaen was famous for his style oiseaux using carefully notated birdsong as source material for a huge variety of pieces. In his Catalogue d'Oiseaux he created thirteen exquisite piano pieces, each featuring a different species, along with a supporting cast of many more.
The Blue Rock Thrush of Messiaen’s Catalogue d’Oiseaux inhabits crevices of the cliffs overhanging the Mediterranean near Banyuls in the Roussillon. Messiaen paints a vivid picture of waves crashing below and swifts screaming above before the blue rock thrush is heard.  Its song is vaguely pentatonic but with a riot of ornamentation and flourish, leading pianist and Messiaen scholar Peter Hill to describe it as “a Balinese gamelan gone mad.” Later, a fast and brilliant section introduces the song of the Thekla lark.  Serene, beautiful chords link the main "bird" sections.  Despite the uncompromising complexity and dissonance in much of his music, these moments of calm are nonetheless classic Messiaen.

Messiaen’s introduction speaks of the bird’s song blending with the sound of the waves.  The pedal marking creates some extraordinary resonances with the accompanying bass chords. Throughout the piece these bass sonorities represent the echo given off by rock faces overlooking the blue sea.   

The blue rock thrush is a bird that can appear anything from powder blue to black depending on the light, and Messiaen undoubtedly saw in this the many moods of the sea, including terrifying waves and rough cliffs. The many depictions of birdsong are often quite sharply set against four “mood” sections which are announced in the score in characteristically vivid ways: ‘the resonance of rock faces', 'luminous, iridescent, blue halo' and so on. These exquisitely harmonious episodes, according to the composer, complement the satin texture and purple-blue, slate and blue-black shades of the blue rock thrush's plumage.  In this most joyous and visual of the Catalogue pieces, Messiaen connects birdsong, landscape and his own sensory perception in a complex but eminently shareable real-world experience.
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Re:Tweet of the Day - snipe

5/1/2015

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The twelfth re:tweet of Christmas

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Twelve snipe a-drumming brings to an end Radio 4's seasonal list of birds that could form an alternative haul of gifts over the twelve days of Christmas.

It all started conventionally enough, with a partridge in a pear tree and two turtle doves.  French hens, being domestic fowl, were replaced in the BBC list by moorhens.  The full list, based on past Tweets of the Day, includes a few surprises.  Click the button for the full run-down:

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At the beginning of the Christmas series I said I'd write something about the snipe, that replaces the twelve drummers drumming in the BBC list.  
"Drumming" is the peculiar sound that snipe make when they display in diving flights across their marshland territories.  Hearing my first drumming snipe, when I was about thirteen, is one of the clearest of the many abiding memories of my early days as a birdwatcher.  So much so, that when I was asked to speak at Earth Music, a series of concerts broadcast live on BBC Radio 3 in 2011, I chose to read from a collection of essays, one of which featured this formative experience.  Below is an extract, but first, hear for yourself what this drumming sounds like.
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If I had to choose one childhood experience of nature that was to set the tone for the decades to come it would be this one. It was the start of a new relationship with Fenland, an area I already knew well as the place where my father grew up, and where we would visit a couple of times a year. Click the button for the full essay, called Sky, which is about my various visits to the Ouse Washes over the years.  Below that are some extracts, beginning with a 100 year-old diary entry from an earlier visitor to that very place.



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“The air was very pure and the sky was a faded blue with shining white clouds arranged like flights of angels. Towards evening, when the sun began to set the clear turquoise of the sky was beyond all imagined beauty.”  Diary of Dr. Katherine Heanley, Sept. 27th 1914, Manea

In my father’s land the only landmark is the sky.  If there were but one sign to pilot by, it would be a small shape, a ship-shaped silhouette, cut from an edge of sky where it meets the horizon.  This Ship of the Fens, or The Cathedral Church of the Holy and Undivided Trinity of Ely, has been the south pole of a hemisphere of cloud, water and soot-black soil these past fifty generations.

Here it is the sky that governs the mood of the ground beneath, and calibrates your sense of scale.  You might stand under a bright cumulus-laden sky, and it feels as though you are watching yourself from a great distance, standing at the horizon, The Ship of the Fens at your shoulder.  Under a slate sky, in a spotlight, ringed by the flat horizon, you are at the anonymous centre of all things.

Into this sky I watched a strange bird rise, only to plummet back into the field with a sound like a balsa-wood plane. 

Out of this sky, into this same field, a German plane fell one day.  It was May 1941.  My father heard about it as he was riding home from school, and by the time he’d pedalled to Welney anything removable had been taken by the local boys.  Almost thirty years later, all traces were long gone; but across a dull, smeared sky this strange balsa-bird arc’d over us both.  We had gone into the field to find lapwing nests; not, as my father would have done at my age, to harvest eggs, but just to look.

Neither my father nor I knew straight away what this bird was.  I had never seen such a disproportionate beak before, and the sound it made was the strangest I had encountered in all nature.  The Observer’s Book suggested woodcock, or maybe snipe, but S. Vere Benson’s descriptions of the calls seemed to rule them both out.  In the evening, in my room at The Crown at Outwell, I leafed diligently through the little book.  The various sandpipers and shanks didn’t look quite right, and no sound ascribed to them came close to that flat airborne bleat. I checked the snipe again, more thoroughly. This bleating, it turned out, was no cry from within, but a play of wind on tail-feather, a reed-instrument that rose from the reeds to deliver its vibrations across far meadows and wide open sky.


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On a winter visit, the quiet would drop like a mallard as the sky itself fell drear, the better to reveal lonely lights in distant houses I barely noticed before.  Wigeon, siffling and back-biting only minutes earlier would repose themselves; flights of lapwing chose their spot and settled.  In the osiers below the bank blackbirds clucked and then didn’t.  For a while, a brief fermata, nothing stirred.  Then the nocturne, a delicate chorus of small sounds would start to sound from across vast acres.  First might be a gentle, nasal skirl from the midst of a small flock of lapwing.  From afar, a drake wigeon might siffle or his mate yap. A distant dog, or door-jamb, or other commonplace unnoticed in the light of day, would lend its voice and shorten the span of any silence.

In spring, walking back to Manea under a brighter darkness I would hear none of the wigeon of winter; the lapwings’ squealings would as often as not come from above, in a night-flight illuminated by faint pearl-shimmer on damp grass.  And higher still, and farther off, a dive-bombing snipe on a night raid would leave its tail-flaps open, and bleat like a child playing front-gunner, to land unseen while its feather-cry hangs in the clean air.  

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The Twelve Re:Tweets of Christmas

27/12/2014

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‘Tis the third day of Christmas and we should be due three French hens, to go with the two turtle doves and a partridge thus far accumulated.  But our friends at Radio 4 Tweet of the Day have decided to offer us an alternative shopping list to pass our true loves’ way.  Forget gold rings in these austere times, but greater riches are at hand:  a different bird species for each day from Christmas Day till Epiphany.  And what’s more, they’re all wild birds, none of your domestic fowl.  So out go the three French hens and in come three moorhens.  Click on the button for Radio 4's seasonal selection.

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The origins and meaning of the Twelve Days carol have been debated for centuries.  All sorts of symbolism has been suggested, and today’s lyrics undoubtedly include a few mistranslations and Chinese whispers.  Tomorrow, will you be getting four calling birds, or Radio 4’s suggested offering of four New Zealand Robins?  Or are you of the view that on the fourth day of Christmas only two brace of rooks will do?
Rooks or colley birds by Laurence RoseFour colley birds this morning, West Yorkshire (Laurence Rose)
For surely those four colley birds – black as coal – were the same black birds as the four-and-twenty baked in another rhyme’s pie.  In other words, rooks.  In this typically Telegraphesque article you can read about how quintessentially English is the bird, how reassuring its return to the rookery in February, how dignified its bearing and how much fun it is to shoot and bake in a pie.

As for yesterday’s two turtle doves, why were they not in Africa? The most obvious explanation for this minor ornithological howler is that if you have a crotchet, two quavers and another crotchet to worry about “two squabs” doesn’t really work.  But why doves at all when the second day of Christmas has its own bird already?

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My version of the carol would have to depart from that of 1780 as early as day two, St. Stephen’s Day.  Saint Stephen, the first Christian martyr was said to have been betrayed by a loudly singing wren while hiding from his enemies.  Boxing Day was for centuries commemorated by Hunting the Wren, when boys set off to catch the bird and parade it around town, as described in the traditional "Wren Song". The Wren, the Wren, the king of all birds, St. Stephen's day was caught in the furze. Although he is little, his family's great, I pray you, good landlady, give us a treat. This almost certainly springs from a pre-Christian tradition, when wren feathers were given out before a voyage, to ward off disaster at sea.  In the Isle of Man Hunting the Wren persisted in some form into the 1930s, while in parts of France it continues today.

But perhaps the turtle dove should remain in the song for, whatever it may have symbolised in the past, it is now a symbol of something unattainable.  These days you’re hardly more likely to see this once common bird during the months it should be with us – April to August – than at Christmas.

It has been argued that the five gold rings once referred to pheasants, who bear a ring of white, not gold, feathers round their necks.  But the oldest known published version of 1780 illustrates the lyric with five rings and no pheasants.  The new BBC list goes for goldfinches at this point, and why not? From then on Radio 4 favours ornithological interest over any regard for a composer trying to set the lyrics: 

Six white-fronted geese a-laying
Seven mute swans a-swimming
Eight nightjars a-milking....

Come again?  Of course!  The old superstition that the night-flying, wide-gaped nightjar stole our goats’ milk from the very udder.  Clever.

Nine Andean cock-of-the-rock a-dancing
Ten manakin a-leaping
Eleven sandpipers piping....

Which just leaves my favourite – and I’ll explain why in a special Twelfth Night Re:Tweet – Twelve snipe a-drumming.
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Re:Tweet of the Day - Red-crowned crane

8/12/2014

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Red-crowned cranes by Spaceaero2
In this morning’s Radio 4 Tweet of the Day Liz Bonnin presented the red-crowned crane of Japan, Russia and China. Although it is today an endangered species, its cultural significance is centuries old.  Click the button to listen to the original Tweet.


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Cranes are revered for their elegance and dancing displays, and attract thousands of tourists to the crane sanctuary on Hokkaido, Japan.
In Japan the Ministry of Environment has designated the 100 Soundscapes of Japan, in an attempt to counter the growing menace of noise pollution.  738 suggestions were gathered from all over the country and 100 were selected by the Japan Soundscape Study Group as symbols for local people and to promote the rediscovery of the sounds of everyday life.  The red-crowned crane sanctuary at Tsurui, Hokkaido, is one of thirteen that feature birds.  Others include eleven that feature bells, eight insect soundscapes, and numerous human ones such as festivals and industry. 

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Re:Tweet of the Day - common Indian cuckoo

6/12/2014

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Radio 4's Tweet of the Day inspires new music

Indian cuckoophoto: Sandeep Gangadharan Creative Commons cc-by-2.0
Two weeks ago Chris Packham presented the Indian cuckoo on Tweet of the Day.  To hear the programme again, click the button below.  Last week Somerset-based Alan Balmer sent NATURAL LIGHT a new piece of music composed, and performed, in response to Chris Packham's cuckoo Tweet.  Alan says:

"I was so impressed by the ‘riff’ like phrase of the common Indian cuckoo's song on Tweet of The Day, I was inspired to compose this short piece based on the song. Starting with the the bird’s ‘riff’, I layered up other sounds including violin, thumping of the arm of a sofa, mouth sounds and bass and acoustic guitars. I was also impressed by the bird’s perfect pitch - none of the instruments needed re-tuning from concert pitch. I thought the bird’s phrase quite cheery and uplifting and hope I have reflected this in the music."

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And to hear Alan's musical Re:Tweet click on the SoundCloud link below

Alan Balmer plays bass, guitar and fiddle in a ceilidh band in Somerset and also composes and arranges. He is currently working on a collection of his own music composed over the last few years, based on and influenced by the musical traditions of the British Isles and farther afield.. 
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Re:Tweet of the Day - Bell Miner

17/11/2014

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Bell Miner by John Manger CSIRO
This morning Chris Packham presented the Bell Miner on Radio 4's Tweet of the Day.  Commonly known as the bell bird, it has prompted two very different musical responses.  You can hear the original broadcast by clicking on the button below.


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In 1894 the Australian Musical Album published "The Bell Bird, composed by Reene Lees who is not yet eleven years old". It is a piano exercise, and suggests she was doing well in her piano studies as well as showing promise as a future composer.

The National Library of Australia holds two other compositions by Reene Lees, but I have been unable to find any further reference to her, or to her music.

I have created a MIDI rendition of The Bell Bird in what may well be the world premiere recording, and possibly the first "performance" in over a century.  Unless anyone knows otherwise?

Please get in contact if you know anything about this mysterious young composer, whose unusual name means Melody.
More recently, in 2011 BBC Radio 3 commissioned Bell Bird Motet from Edward Cowie, whose work we featured a few weeks ago, and whose Lyre Bird Motet was one of our earlier Re:Tweets.

Like most of Cowie's choral work, it calls for the virtuosity of the BBC Singers.  Amid a whole ecosystem of unorthodox vocal sounds such as tongue-clicks and spoken rhythm, the female voices of the BBC Singers create a vibrant, bell-like heterophony.  It evokes a soundscape as experienced by Cowie at dawn in the forests of Eastern Australia.

Alongside the bell miner, the Motet enlists many more sounds of the wilderness, including several species of frog and other sounds inspired by this rich habitat.
in other news

Goldcrest song slowed down and translated into violin music sounds exactly like Bulgarian folk dancing #NatureMatters14

— NewNetworksforNature (@networks4nature) November 14, 2014
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Guest blog:  Andrew Dawes on Tweet of the Day

8/11/2014

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Andrew Dawes
Andrew Dawes produces of Radio 4's Tweet of the Day - World Birds, the ninety seconds of pure pleasure that many of us wake up to each morning.  It is also the source material for NATURAL LIGHT's Re:Tweet of the Day, exploring the connections between birdsong and the artists it inspires.

Andrew is also a Trustee of the Richard Jefferies Museum Trust. 

Richard JefferiesRichard Jefferies
It was one of our greatest nature commentators and writers Richard Jefferies (1848 - 1887) who wrote, in what would be one of his last essays, Hours of Spring: “It is sweet on awaking in the early morn to listen to the small bird singing on the tree. No sound of voice or flute is like to the bird.” Jefferies beautifully highlights that which nature writers, and indeed lovers of the great outdoors, have revelled in through the years, an encounter with wildlife, a timeless immersion within a ‘spirit of place’.  Almost 150 years later Radio 4’s Tweet of the Day humbly aims to provide that sweet awakening, in all its forms, for its many listeners around the world.

Where do I begin? Should I choose the most flamboyant birds? The most endangered? The anthropomorphic cute and cuddly, or even the fearsome and scary? Sir David Attenborough expressed at an early stage a willingness to record for the second series in July, which was delightful. However having begun working on the series in mid-May, this meant I had a first recording deadline with Sir David in just 9 weeks.

Luckily I had at my disposal the phenomenal team involved in the first series of Tweet of the Day, winner of the prestigious Broadcasting Guild Award. So we had a producer, writer, researcher and a script editor but as yet, no birds, and no birdsong.

Tweet of the Day planning focussed in on the 120 species I thought merited inclusion. The flamboyant instantly came into mind. Birds which bring wonder and glamour to the natural world; the blue bird of paradise, emperor penguin, blue footed booby, and resplendent quetzal slipped under the wire like ornithological limbo dancers. Others waited patiently in the wings as encore understudies. The New Zealand wrybill, the only bird with a bill curved to the right, or the Galapagos Islands blood sucking vampire finch for example.   I now had the birds, but what of the birdsong?
being paid to listen to birdsong was manna from Heaven
As the world’s leading wildlife production house, the BBC’s Natural History Unit has been to every corner of the globe. For two weeks I immersed myself in this vast catalogue of natural sound. As an avid birdwatcher being paid to listen to bird song was like manna from heaven. Amazingly though some species I desired were not in the BBC’s back catalogue. Enter stage left the Macaulay Library in America, part of the Cornell Labs of Ornithology. What the BBC didn’t have, Macaulay did. The series had hatched.
PictureBell Miner by John Manger CSIRO
We are roughly half way through the episodes. The series still excites me. It is what makes me rise from my bed at 5am most mornings to come into work. One hundred and eighty words, that’s all, roughly 60 seconds of speech. My passion is to let the birdsong breathe, to allow the listener to be transported to that country for a moment, to stop and above all listen. I hope I have achieved this. Certainly looking at the non-broadcast figures Tweet of the Day is now in the top 5 programmes being downloaded from the Radio 4 website across the UK. Worldwide, our listeners are growing steadily, with 150,000 daily subscribers to the audio server SoundCloud.

With just 120 bird species to choose from,  some listeners' favourites will of course be missing, yet I hope we have brought to the radio schedules the best of what the avian world has to offer; the spectacular, the bizarre, the songsters or in some cases those species we are about to lose forever. Above all for each species to warrant inclusion it had to satisfy an ultimate editorial driver – the voice of birds and our relationship with them. Tweet of the Day is about connection which leads to an awakening as to what is all around us. This is what drives my passion for this series.

As the airwaves crackle into life at two minutes to 6 each weekday morning, Tweet of the Day goes part of the way to proclaim that “…No sound of voice or flute is like to the bird”. I’d like to think Richard Jefferies would approve.

Andrew Dawes

Read more "countryside musings from a Northumbrian awake in the midst of a dream in the deep West Country" at Andrew Dawes' blog The Wessex Reiver

Andrew provides some further musings - from Marconi to Kate Bush - in his introduction to NATURAL LIGHT's Re:Tweet of the Day page.  Our next Re:Tweet will be the Bell Miner on 14 November.
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Re:Tweet of the Day - Resplendent Quetzal

29/10/2014

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The Re:Tweeting pyramid

Resplendent Quetzal
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This morning Miranda Krestovnikoff presented a bird that has been legally protected for hundreds, if not thousands of years, and has been venerated as a god.  In the latest of our Re:Tweets we look at the resplendent quetzal of Central America.  Click the button to hear the original Radio 4 Tweet of the Day.





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...and from today, all our Re:Tweets are saved in the Features section - hover over the drop-down menu!
The resplendent quetzal was considered divine, associated with the feathered serpent god Quetzalcoatl by Pre-Columbian civilizations. Its iridescent green tail feathers, symbols for spring plant growth, were venerated by the ancient Aztec and Maya who believed the quetzal was the god of the air and a symbol of goodness and light. 

There is a theory that the Mayans built their pyramids to act as giant resonators producing strange echoes that imitate natural sounds.  At Chichen Itzá, Mexico, the main pyramid famously Re:Tweets the sound of a quetzal in response to a hand-clap, as demonstrated in the video.
The quetzal effect was first recognised by California-based acoustic engineer David Lubman in 1998. Nico Declercq of Ghent University was impressed when he heard the echo for himself at an acoustics conference in Cancún in 2002. After the conference, he, Lubman and other attendees took a trip to Chichén Itzá to experience the chirp of El Castillo at first hand.

Declercq's calculations show that, although there is evidence that the Mayans engineered the pyramid to produce surprising sounds, they probably couldn't have predicted exactly what they would resemble.  Declercq noticed that when visitors climbed the steps of the 24-metre high pyramid, the echoes seemed to sound just like rain falling into a bucket of water.

He suggests that this, rather than the quetzal call, could have been the aim of El Castillo's acoustic design. "It may not be a coincidence," he says, “the rain god played an important part in Mayan culture.

"Either you believe it or you don't." Declercq is now sceptical of the quetzal theory - not least because he has heard similar effects at other religious sites. At Kataragama in Sri Lanka, for example, a handclap by a staircase leading down to the Menik Ganga river produces an echo that sounds like ducks quacking. 
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Re:Tweet of the Day - Snow Goose

28/10/2014

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Snow Geese
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This morning Miranda Krestovnikoff presented the snow goose of North America  Click the button to hear the original Radio 4 Tweet of the Day.




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In 1975 British progressive rock band camel released the instrumental, orchestrated concept album The Snow Goose, inspired by the Paul Gallico short story.  The album's success led to a sell out concert at the Royal Albert Hall featuring the London Symphony Orchestra.  Last year Camel came out of retirement with a concert at the Barbican Centre and subsequent European tour, performing The Snow Goose in its entirety for the first time since 1975.

Gallico's The Snow Goose is a parable on the power of friendship and love, set against the horror of war. It documents the growth of a friendship between Philip Rhayader, an artist living a solitary life in an abandoned lighthouse in the Essex marshlands, and a young local girl, Fritha. A wounded snow goose is found by Fritha and, as the friendship with Rhayader blossoms, the bird is nursed back to flight.  It revisits the lighthouse for several years on migration. Fritha grows up, and Rhayader and his small sailboat are lost in the Dunkirk evacuations.  The snow goose, which was with Rhayader, returns briefly to Fritha.  A German pilot destroys Rhayader's lighthouse and all of his work, except for one portrait Fritha saves after his death: a painting of her as the artist first saw her—a child, with the wounded snow goose in her arms.

Camel’s Music Inspired by the Snow Goose – to give it its full title – opens with recordings of marshland birds, in a section entitled The Great Marsh.  For the next forty minutes or so, the mood switches back and forth, tracing the emotional trajectory of the story.

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