A bird that would come to sing in our yard had been recorded during the summer

“Once quite a loud bird came live in the yard. He would not sing when the space was filled with other sounds. Only when everything became silent. Sometimes his chirping would be so loud, that I would wake up in the night to close all the doors and windows. After hearing to it for a while, I decide to record this voice. Made a mixtape out of it. Winter music.”