As a kid I used to go to national park visitor's centers. I would run through touching everything with texture; feeling the squares of animal fur that had been worn thin by kids like me. I remember putting fake deer ears up to my ears to see how a deer could listen. The fake ears worked to funnel the sounds and you could also rotate them as a deer would, catching tones from all directions. Today as I sat in the grass, I pretended I had deer ears. Silly, but I tried to focus on one ear or another. Hearing birds go from the left, to the right, and then behind me. Surround sound. I did try lying down but lost the dimensionality of having sound behind me. It was a beautiful awareness.