"Imagine yourself in a green dell, where the meadows meet the wood, a soft warm wind gently blowing, and the big white clouds above sailing under a dome of blue. All around you, in the bushes, in the trees, and up in the sky, there is music: Thrushes and blackbirds whistling their pure notes from the bushes; Linnets flitting on the yellow gorse, singing their softer liquid songs; Cuckoos calling in the fields; Warblers singing in the wood, and Larks soaring over all. Flowers everywhere, butterflies dancing over them, and the air itself filled with the more faint music of insect's wings. Wherever you look there is happiness, for the whole world is awake and mad with a great joy." Oliver G. Pike, from "Birdland"