A keyboard recording.
[to Orchestrate for Orchestra
there is a piano score]
Time: 1 hr. 45 min.
“How was your trip to the meadow Uncle!?”
“Fine, fine.
I set up camp in the tree line
overlooking the entire meadow.
I will tell you about it if you like. . . . . .
1:22:When I arrived it was still
the darkness before dawn.
The moon was full.
An awkward young fawn.
1:21: Starts to get his legs.
4:58: 2 Blue Jays dive- bombing Porcupines.
I think the clumsy porcupines got too close.
6:16: Beavers return to the pond.
The fawn and little sparrow
are drawn to a movement
in the bushes.
0:44: Something startles them both.
A Quail pokes her head out. Then comes out in the open followed by her children.
1:46: The kids break off and chase each other around in a line.
3:07: Mother gives her cue and the chasing game stops to a slow and they follow her down the meadow.
The corner of my eye catches
just the slightest
movement to my left and
behind the trees.
It is the fathers' antlers.
Hidden, he stands guard.
0:00: Fawn goes to
mother entering meadow.
In the sky directly in front of me
3 medium sized birds in
an interwoven ballet
ride a gentle breeze down.
Landing in a big-leafed tree
near the stream.
Fawn and little sparrow are together.
0:47: A gradual change has been
happening in the air.
The breeze is turning into
a strong wind.
Though the sky has had few clouds
this morning, over head now is
being filled with one
big black thunder cloud.
The two friends continue to play.
The cloud unleashes on the meadow
drenching us in a torrent and
there was one dynamic
lightning bolt.
Then just as quickly it moves on.
The lightning bolt has hit
the dead log the little
bird was hiding in.
He is now on the ground,
motionless.
Fawn emerges from the thicket.
Goes to downed bird.
Parents fly to little birds' body.
One stays and stands over it.
The sky is clearing now.
A large leaf falls from one of
the tallest trees.
It drifts down to the stream on
the far side.
Just beneath the pond.
3:00: Hung up briefly,
a water skipper inspects it.
Then with effort, climbs on and
rides it out of sight.
Colors and hues of the meadow
after the cloud burst.
More sun is coming
through the trees.
An occasional animal.
The birds re-appear.
Water skippers in the stream.
0:34: Something causes them
to scatter.
I also notice that the deer are
not to be seen.
2:08: Cautious entrance of a
female cougar.
Beautiful.
… Making her way through
the tall reeds.
3:38: Joined by her mate the two
drink from the stream.
5:39:
2 young cubs sneak out of
the reeds and pounce toward
the stream.
7:25:
Something's in the air.
They all blend into the reeds and
out of the meadow.
8:36: Then I saw it too...
To my right, the sound of pounding
hooves.
A rogue 5 point buck crashes
down the hill and into
the clearing.
Snorting.
As if out of nowhere, the father
of the fawn is standing between the
thicket and the intruding buck.
Their clashing fight for dominance
cracks the still air.
13:06: Though bleeding at his
shoulder, the dad still bests the
rogue.
The intruder runs
to the south and into the woods.
The day went on.
Just before dark I was given the
pleasure of the
'Dance of the Starlings'.
Scientists call it “murmuration”.
It's spell-binding.
A gigantic owl in the night.
0:52: With effort, he leaves his
branch and I can see his
huge wing span.
Slowly he circles over the meadow
in the moonlight.
4:11: One final fly-by look at me.
Then disappearing before the
light of day comes.
During the night the
little sparrow's body
has vanished.
0:00 Day break reaches the stream.
The meadow comes to life.
Two fun-loving chipmunks find a nut.
...push it around a little bit.
0:56:Then one grabs it.
Then the other.
Soon they are on their
hind legs engaged in a
comical whirl-wind 'boxing match'.
A little chasing,
then back to boxing.
2:52: Father comes in and
breaks it up.
Scolds them.
Kids run off
3:23: He then eyes the nut.
3:45: Picks it up
and starts for the tree.
3:47: But in the grass between him
and his tree, about 20 yards away,
is a small Bobcat.
6:21: He drops the nut and is
chased all over the
meadow floor by the bobcat.
There are times I think he's safe,
but then he darts out
and the chase begins again.
The chipmunk finally heads up
one of the tallest trees
and is pursued out to
the very end of a limb.
10:52: He jumps out of desperation.
After a few moments of being stunned
he stirs and disappears into the bushes.
Leaving the bobcat up in the tree.
Flat on my back.
Around dusk.
A large flock of geese come into
my view.
Now soaring above the tree tops.
They circle the meadow
1:15: ...and land.
1:25: One goose straggles in
later then the others.
3:23: Wounded by hunters, he
does not quite make the pond.
4:06: It was his last effort and lays
still on the ground.
5:19: He is gently nudged toward
the stream by others.
One steps into the water and
swimming behind him
they float out of the meadow.
10:10: Suddenly there is danger in
the air.
An eagle has followed the wounded
goose and is circling overhead.
With a screech he has singled out
an unfortunate little bird.
12:07: As the poor little guy
paused in mid-air,
the eagle snagged him.
12:14: A whole flock of small birds
gather up steam, take to flight and
begin attacking the eagle mercilessly.
The big bird has to use both claws
and drops his catch.
Alive, his prey flies down and away.
14:51: Finally having enough
of this the eagle gains altitude...
16:04: ...and flies out of sight.
17:03: I see the chased little
bird slowly come out of hiding.
18:05: He and his friends celebrate.
(cont. . . . .)
19:37:The geese leave.
The huge flock momentarily blocks the now pink sky.
Excited by the action, the birds of the meadow fill the air.”
MUSIC BY: Stephen Barnes
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