Whenever I play the piano, our dog leaves the room. I don’t blame Angus, our black lab. My playing is atrocious, but it exercises my fingers and brain. I also play the alto recorder, having returned to it after my sister decided we should get together on weekends to practice. She has a soprano recorder. At our first effort, Angus approached, perked up his ears as much as a lab can, and sat watching.
So I’ve added recorder practice after I finish with the piano. I have only to blow the first note, and Angus races into the room, sometimes from the other side of the house. The last time I played the piano, he entered before I finished because he knew my next move would be to play the recorder.
What is it about the instrument’s tone that so fascinates him? Does it resemble a bird’s voice? I think so. Later I played some bird calls from the National Wildlife Federation, and he sat up, ears perked. Perhaps when he’s outdoors, lying in the sun, he’s enjoying the bird calls. I don’t blame him at all.
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