When Rane was here last week, we attended a short concert at the Nelson-Atkins Art Museum and heard a flautist "flaut." In between her breathy flute playing she would stop to grunt, count, or have some sort of other outburst. Not my kind of thing. But if a bird does it.....well, that's different.
Stella was compelled to try out a new pot to explore tonight, a rather large and empty pasta pot sitting on the stove. Lots of exploration to do but the exploration was almost like soft percussion and when she contributed a couple squeaks and sounds, I thought of the flautist from the previous week. I was captivated for a long time but I will subject you guys to just a minute of Stella and her new musical skills. :-)