The sounds we heard last evening at Nandi Thota. We were on the upper deck of our bungalow. The humid air promised rain whereas the sky was clear. The birds were subdued and the crickets were muted, as though they were both doing a sound check to improve their performance. It was bedtime for the birds and starting time for the crickets and they should both have been shrill.
Now in the morning the leaves of the coffee plants are glowing with life given them by the dew. The sounds of the birds and the crickets are downed by the chug and drone of our neighbour’s pump. It is draining the stream that separates our plantations.
I’ve pulled on my headphones and tapped on Tom Waits. But audio above is of last evening’s.
Source: SoundCloud / Shashikiran Mullur