In the western woods

Once upon a time there was a birder who pottered about in the western woods.  One day a Wood Warbler, through a heady mix of pride and the allure of fame, flaunted itself in front of the birder's recording gear.  Unfortunately, though as per bloody usual, the warbler inhabited a less than perfect auditory environment but, as that describes 99.9% of the planet now (and we no longer live in a world where wishing these things away works), the birder didn't see any point in holding that against him and captured the warbler's voice for posterity because, as the birder reasoned, chances are the little silvery triller will be netted, or limed, or shot, or otherwise face his untimely demise in the grubby hands of some 'orrible ugly human before he gets to return next year. 

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