The hills are alive with the sound of music

Sitting outside at dawn reminds me of my school days when I played in the band. Before band, the bandroom was in pandemonium with everyone warming up their instruments. Drums banging, tuba providing the bass, all the woodwinds and bass practicing scales. The warm up at dawn is courtesy of all the spring birds. A wood cock provides the occasional buzz. The Hermit thrush, Vermont's state bird, has returned with his beautiful scales. The chickadees provide question and answer "phobee"s and the robins provide the back ground melody with their broken record tunes. Add to this a few shrill warblers and an occasional gobble from a Tom turkey, and it sounds just like the band room!