[PREVIEW] Buffalo springs

[PREVIEW] Buffalo springs

Some recordings stay with you for a lifetime. I traveled from the Kenyan coast at Mombasa to Buffalo Springs, a remarkable reserve in the shadow of Mount Kenya. Before sunrise, sitting quietly outside a rooftop tent, I listened as the landscape slowly came to life. A mysterious dove called constantly across the reserve, White-browed Sparrow joined the chorus, and hidden beneath it all were the voices of frogs adding their own layer to the dawn soundscape. For me, these moments are about far more than recording wildlife. They are about listening to the heartbeat of a place and preserving a moment in time that may never sound quite the same again. I've just shared the full story and recording from that unforgettable morning on Patreon. I hope it transports you to Kenya and allows you to experience the magic of Buffalo Springs through sound. Thank you for supporting my work and helping preserve these voices of the wild. #TheListener #Kenya #BuffaloSprings #NatureSounds #Soundscape #FieldRecording #WildlifeSound #ListeningPlanet #Conservation #Patreon

[PREVIEW] Tawny frogmouth

Most people think it's an owl. It isn't. The first time I heard a Tawny Frogmouth was deep in Australia's Daintree Rainforest. Its haunting call rolled through the darkness like a distant engine, and when I finally found it, I was staring at what looked like a broken branch. Then it blinked. For this week's Patreon story, I share the remarkable tale of one of Australia's most extraordinary birds, a master of camouflage that can disappear in plain sight and has evolved one of the most unique hunting strategies in the natural world. Join me on Patreon to read the full story and discover why the Tawny Frogmouth remains one of the most unforgettable sounds I've encountered in a lifetime of listening. Nature always has another secret waiting to be heard. www.thelisteningplanet.com [https://www.thelisteningplanet.com] #TheListeningPlanet #MartynStewart #NatureSounds #TawnyFrogmouth #Australia #DaintreeRainforest #Wildlife #NatureStory #Patreon #ListeningToNature

[PREVIEW] When tranquility is broken

[PREVIEW] The Pheasant.

There’s a bird in Scotland that never truly belonged there, yet somehow became part of the soul of the landscape. The Pheasant. Originally from Asia, introduced into the UK for one reason only… to be shot for sport. I lived for five years in Blair Atholl in the Scottish Highlands, where wealthy shooting parties would arrive every September 12th for the start of pheasant season. Men in tweed jackets with Labradors by their side blasting these extraordinary birds from the sky. I’ve always hated the term “game bird.” They are living creatures, not targets. The strange thing is, over the years the pheasant became part of the soundscape for me. Their abrupt rasping calls echoing across woodland edges at dawn and dusk became woven into the atmosphere of the Highlands. And yes… I got into trouble many times. Before the shooting season started, I used to quietly release birds from the holding pens. I was warned repeatedly by estate workers and gamekeepers, but I could never stand the thought of these magnificent birds being raised simply to be killed for entertainment. I can still remember opening those pens in the half-light of morning and hearing the explosion of wings as they disappeared into the forest mist. To many people they were trophies. To me they were part of the living voice of the wild. One more sound that deserved to exist. www.thelisteningplanet.com [https://www.thelisteningplanet.com]

[PREVIEW] Plastic and Midway

Over a million seabirds. Albatross chicks scattered across the sand. Dolphins offshore. Monk seals resting on the beaches. One of the most alive places I have ever experienced. Those albatross chicks weren’t just being fed fish by their parents. They were being fed plastic. Bottle tops, lighters, fragments of our lives. Carried across the ocean and delivered to one of the most remote places on Earth. Their stomachs full, but starving. That’s the thing about pollution. It doesn’t respect distance. It doesn’t need permission. It arrives quietly, even in paradise. Right now, in places like Ukraine and across the Middle East, we’re seeing a different kind of pollution. Oil depots burning. Refineries hit. Tankers attacked. Thick black smoke rising into the atmosphere. Toxic chemicals seeping into soil, rivers, and oceans. Hundreds of millions of tonnes of emissions… but the numbers don’t tell the real story. The real story is what disappears. The birds that stop singing. The insects that never return. The silence that slowly replaces life. Because the same system that fuels war… fuels the plastic that ends up inside an albatross chick on Midway. It’s all connected. Midway is not just a remote island. It’s a warning. If we can’t keep a place like that clean… what hope do we have anywhere else? The question is simple. Are we still listening? give a black and white line-art drawing Edit