music: Bird-FM...all birds, all the time.

Bawk!  Hallelujah.

A cherished and mellow slice of the tightly choreographed morning kids-school-work dance:

After dropping off Kid3 at her bus, we circle the block, turn off the car, and chill for a few minutes awaiting Kid4's bus.  In most weathers, we crack the windows and listen to the birds, christened Bird-FM by Kid4 this morning.  Call letters WBRD, of course.

Kid2 theorized that, in the spirit of most radio stations, the DJs on Bird-FM would look nothing like their voices, so the morning DJ would sound like a crow but actually be a sparrow.

No surprise to learn that the English had for a while a beloved real birdsong radio channel - with birds recorded at Salisbury Plain, near Stonehenge, no less - which, sadly, shut down a few years back.  Ah well.