http://bit.ly/adNQFd  Whilst most of us seem to be iPod walkers, my iPod appears to be on permanent loan to my son. But you know, I don’t seem to mind. I really can’t imagine trekking through Franklin Canyon without hearing the vocalization of our fine feathered friends. (I am remiss in writing about our birding hike. To come!) With the exception of the faint drone of a private plane buzzing the blue skies or a blast of a horn when a cautious driver turns a canyon blind curve, several moments in the earlier hours of the morning can pass with only the sounds of nature. Imagine that!

Do it in your neighborhood and then share your experiences with us.