Morning jam

The other morning I was serenaded on my walk.

This is a culvert on the golf course I sometimes cut through, and I’ve heard this guy (or guys; not sure) before, usually before the golfers are out. (Completely different locale from the last amphibian rhapsody I recorded.) This time, there were several teeing off right next to the concert hall, completely oblivious.

Me—I take my music where I find it.