Today, Sunday, I went for a ride. Simply to change my mind from house renovations and everything. In other words, to take a break. In the middle of “nowhere”, here in Nova Scotia, I stopped by the side of the road.

The road was a secondary one, not even called a highway.

In some parts of the world, the summer is over. School has started and we can relax. For those who cannot thank schools to provide some relaxation time, I have decided to try and do it with a little audio.

This is real sound, no loops and no edits of any kind.

When one thinks of “the beach” it’s almost always about sunshine, sea and sand. Preferably warm or hot sand. Some beaches, however, are a little different.

When we went on vacation to the Mediterranean as kids, we always avoided the pebble beaches as they were not comfortable to sit on.

Or I should say a one-bird orchestra. The Northern Mockingbird is a critically imperilled species in Nova Scotia. It seems that thanks (or because of) its wonderful singing, the bird was often captured and sold as a cage bird.

Northern Mockingbird

What this bird does best is sing.