At present as in recent nights my auditory senses, currently heightened by hormones and maternal concern, suggest that my daughter is taking us on a magical mystery tour of the animal kingdom in which she calls out to her fellow creatures in kinship and an attempt to identify her inner animal spirit.
According to my parents I have always had kinship with cats ( I like to think this is with the sleek and powerful puma, or the magnicificent tiger, rather than your average tabby!). I earned the nickname Kimbycat for my mewling sounds in the cradle and my ability to curl up and bask in any shaft of sunlight through childhood and indeed into adult life (although I believe I have now graduated to full on sun worshipping rather than pure basking). Ironic really that I hold such affinity to cats when I'm really a dog person and dog owner. ( YesI must mention Raffles, my dog-child here, still much loved if slightly neglected!)
So tonight, you and doubtless the great David Attenborough will be pleased to note than my animal education (courtesy largely of the BBC) has allowed me to identify the guttural grunting of the pig, the pitiful bleating of the sheep, some gleeful goat sounds, the aforementioned contented cat ( which perhaps she gets from me?)...then as we more from the farmyard into the more exotic greenhouse we get something like a tropical frog. No dog yet, (sorry Raffles), but then there are a few trickier noises to pigeonhole that I believe include a penguin, a dolphin and possibly a seal/walrus? Clearly she was tuned into 'natural world' in utero!
Just think, if only blogger did noises we could turn this into a veritable quiz game? Alas the game is for me alone however if you want to stop by Shrewsbury for a spot of animal listening, then be my guest, I'll happily take a night of silence for once!
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