It occurred to me as we wander around various places, that not only is the foliage, the smells, and the architecture different for us, what is striking is the amount of variation of sounds that abound as we move around.
One particular sunny Spring day, I took more notice.
Firstly, it’s the incessant noise of frustrated dogs as we pass, or are they merely protecting their home from people like us. Not that we are a threat of course! Then another different noise makes an appearance of sorts.
Did you hear that?
That noise my dears are frogs. Not the sort that goes “croak”, which is a word that is customarily associated with frogs and written in children’s books. This sound is somewhat different. Check it out on here on Instagram. This was my second attempt to record those frogs as a cow decided to take the limelight with an almighty bellow.
A close neighbour of the frogs, no not the cow, it’s the numerous turtles. As we pass by, the sound of more than one “plop”, can be heard. Surprisingly to us is how we have become quite blase about seeing so many of these species whom we never encounter as we wander around the countryside of New Zealand. “Oh, there goes another turtle”, we say, after hearing the first lot of dive bombing turtle sounds. Very elusive creatures those turtles!! Though I did capture one a while back.
With another turn of a corner we need to stop as a tractor passes us slowly by, someone is missing on this said tractor. It’s the farmer’s wife. She usually holds the prominent backseat position or on occasion straddling a partial part of the front throne!
As the drone of the tractor engine lessens the tweeting of birds become my focus. These are somewhat small in statue not anything like their more significant partners in the sky the black and white magpies. A childhood memory of those damned birds come to mind and another one of me being attacked by a grumpy one in Australia as I was trying to take a photo. Obviously wrong time, wrong place, on my part.
Then further down the road, standing precariously on jagged lumps of rock are goats, who have around their neck, bells. This clanging noise echoes around the valley. It is a sound that we usually don’t hear, and one that I quite enjoy listening too. Unfortunately, the goats on the mountains are hard to photograph so I captured the below ones at the beginning of our walk.
I love how it brings a smile on my face with thoughts of farming communities and how it was in the good old days. The countryside comes alive more as we hear another sound that one being a swishing sort of noise, with more steps from us we come across a woman and a sickle cutting down metre long grass, supposedly for her forever bellowing cows whose sounds can be heard from afar.
The above experiences are what we love about Turkey, a reminder of a simpler life in a country where time seems to stand still.