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Saturday, July 21, 2007
Not so Minimalist
I have to apologise to pigeons. They don’t only sing ooh ooooooh ooh. Around where we are at present, they tend to sing: ooh ooooooh ooooooh ooh ooh, usually repeated at least twice, with the second and third lines going up the scale a touch. Perhaps Suffolk pigeons have slightly different vocal training as fledglings. Different it may be, but not more pleasant on the ear. Not mine, anyway, particularly as these dear creatures of God tend to sing non-stop all day long, wherever we go.
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