The birds gather, their feet patter, they kick up the dust as the birds turn into a singular mass. They blanket the sky and begin to move and turn as if a flexing muscle, a dark ripple across the sun that begs one to look out and drink in the vastness of the world lying before you, the shimmering mountains, the twisting rivers, the rolling grass, and those birds we haven't forgotten about. It's a big world out there and we are just grazing on our one little corner of it. Let's take a look towards the horizon with these two hours of global folk perfect for listening to as you mount that hill, pet that sheep or just look out from the back deck as your bird feeder twists in the wind. Preapre for the unpronouncable.
