This is a simple but somehow heartrending recording of birds in a May dawn. It starts with the heavy drip-drip of overnight dew. Then we hear a robin in the darkness of the woodland, and other birds join as the light grows, to a passionate crescendo of wild sound, diminishing in daylight to the nonchalant songs of the blackcap and garden warbler. No new-agey music here; just birds (and a roe deer, and, an oddly domestic note, somewhere in there a cockerel). It took me straight back to my country childhood; I was spellbound.
There are some brief, helpful notes about what we're hearing, but my suggestion is, just listen and imagine. And be thankful to the recordist, Geoff Sample. Magic.