On the Golden Record that’s out of the solar system now, scientists deemed the sound of birds important enough to include as a marker of our planet. Listening this morning to a clip of what someone or something might hear one day, I can’t help but wonder if they’ll even know what it is. Maybe they’ll think it was the language we spoke to one another to say what we longed for, the language we used to say one day when I’m gone, and you’re out among the trees, please, please remember me.
