They say that birds prefer Mozart above other composers, and perhaps this is true. But not Carmen. She prefers Bach and bluegrass. Based on the exuberance of her reactions, she even has a favorite band—Greensky Bluegrass. When this beautiful concerto of Mozart’s is playing, she will sit impassively on my shoulder, almost yawning. But when the final movement begins, she is excited. She jumps down to my hand where she can look me in the eye. Hi, Carmen! Hi, honey! she calls before breaking into her own shrill starling aria.
“They say that birds prefer Mozart above other composers, and perhaps this is true. But not Carmen. She prefers Bach and bluegrass. Based on the exuberance of her reactions, she even has a favorite band—Greensky Bluegrass. When this beautiful concerto of Mozart’s is playing, she will sit impassively on my shoulder, almost yawning. But when the final movement begins, she is excited. She jumps down to my hand where she can look me in the eye. Hi, Carmen! Hi, honey! she calls before breaking into her own shrill starling aria.”
