Here in Maine, all senses are engaged. The autumn air smells crisp, the handle of the chopping maul feels cold in the hands, the stars in the sky are a tapestry of light, the harvest tastes ripe, and among the crickets and autumn birds the rustle of browned leaves landing upon their kin signals the turn of seasons.
The audio widget at the top of the page will allow you to hear some of the nature recordings I have been making for "Of Farms and Fables." These online sounds are best enjoyed with headphones... especially the clip of leaves falling, a gentle sound almost as quiet as the moon.
I will continue to update the playlist as I collect new audio. Happy listening!