Stephen Bannasch (316 ppm) (@[email protected])

@[email protected] many years ago an old friend recorded 10m of a mockingbird’s song out in front of his home. The mockingbird regularly perched in a tree at the end of his driveway. The song seemed to randomly shift from stanza to stanza. A week or two later he went out while the mockingbird was singing and started playing the recording. The bird stopped singing, listened for a bit and started again. My friend turned off the playback … the bird continued playing the same song recorded previously.