Acadian Twilight Song

photo of forest in twilight © Lang ElliottSometimes when I browse my collection in search of a particular recording, I stumble upon another that I’d forgotten about, a jewel that I had somehow overlooked. And this is what happened today, while I was searching for a recording of a Northern Bobwhite for a project I’m working on. The “jewel” turned out not to be the bobwhite, but rather a recording of the twilight song of the Acadian Flycatcher that I had captured during one of my many visits to Land Between the Lakes, Kentucky.

The date was May 7, 2005. At dusk, I hiked down an old road into a remote hollow. I could hear the calls of Fowler’s Toads and Gray Treefrogs in the distance. I left the trail and walked into a cathedral forest of tall bottomland hardwoods. I sat down on a fallen log and listened. Crickets were trilling softly and I could hear the subtle, high-pitched shuffling of spring-singing katydids. I shut my eyes, feeling no urge to record. Darkness descended. Then, just I as was falling into deep relaxation, I was suddenly startled into action by the calls of an Acadian Flycatcher, no more than thirty feet away. He gave several loud peet notes and then transitioned into his special twilight song, a regular series of peet calls interspersed with more complex phrases. I was ecstatic! Over the years, I had recorded many examples of the Acadian’s twilight song, but none as sweet and beautiful as this one:

Twilight song of the Acadian Flycatcher. 8:15 pm, 7 May 2005, Land Between the Lakes, Kentucky. Recording © Lang Elliott.0:00 / 0:00

NOTE: About a third of the way through the recording, listen for a twittering outburst of musical notes—these are given as the flycatcher takes flight and moves to a different perch (or else returns to the same perch, which is what I think happened in this case).

photo of Lang ElliottWhat makes this recording so special? I think it is the mesmerizing background ambience, the reverberant calls of the two species of frogs set against the trilling of the crickets. The listener know by these sounds that it is dark, or at least nearly so. And most likely dusk, because the frogs often quit calling well before dawn. Thus, the background brings life to what otherwise would be a rather sterile portrait of the bird’s twilight song pattern. I was also delighted that the flycatcher wasn’t too close. All these elements combined to create an intimate and exquisite species-portrait, full of life and sense of place. Would that I could gather portraits this powerful for all our native birds. Of course, it certainly helps that the Acadian Fycatcher’s endearing twilight song is a true gem unto itself!

Dusk Portal

photo of Swainson's Thrush by Lang ElliottOur native thrushes often sing at dusk, just before going to roost for the night. I’ve always considered such songs to represent a transition into darkness, a “portal” into the mysteries of the night.

In early June of 2000, I was lucky enough to find a Swainson’s Thrush (Olive-backed Thrush) singing at dusk next to a small brook in the Adirondack Mountains of upstate New York. A second thrush was answering in the distance and Spring Peepers were sounding off from a nearby marsh. I felt incredibly fortunate to witness this beautiful sound event.

Of all our thrushes, I like the song of the Swainson’s the best. It is an upward jumble of musical, flutey notes. It is quite magical, one of the most stunning performances that grace mixed forests and conifer woods of northern areas. Over the years, I have worked very hard to capture the essence of this species’ song, and this soundscape comes as close as any to fulfilling that impossible goal:

Swainson's Thrush singing at dusk with another in the background, 8:15 pm am, 9 June 2000, Floodwood Road, near Lake Clear, New York. Recorded by Lang Elliott.0:00 / 0:00

photo of Lang ElliottHow could anyone not enjoy this recording? The balance seems perfect. The thrush songs are loud and clear, yet reverberant, and do not jangle the ear. The gurgling brook adds a relaxing element, as do the distant calls of Spring Peepers. A Ruffed Grouse drums every minute or so as if he couldn’t help but join the choir. This is the music of nature at its very best. Breathe it in and let go of all your cares and woes.

Question: While this recording is appealing to my ear, I wonder how long it would be comfortable to listen to. If I feature it in a soundscape title, should it run for just a few minutes, or up to seven or eight minutes? My friend Bob thinks he would get tired of listening to it after just a few minutes because it’s primarily composed of one bird singing song after song after song. My feeling is that I could listen to it easily for five minutes or more and still not tire of the experience, as long as I keep the volume at a comfortable level. What do you think?