Good morning from overcast Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, where all morning the fog horns of ships passing under the Verrazzano have been droning beneath a chorus of birdsong.
The longer I live here, the more I’m struck by this neighborhood’s distinctive soundscape. A pair of woodpeckers regularly hammer away at a dry limb of the Norway maple now bursting with bu…
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