Orcasound connects your headphones to live hydrophones (underwater microphones), your ears to an ocean of sound. Help us explore and conserve marine life around the globe, starting with studying and saving the Southern Resident killer whales of the Pacific Northwest. As an Orcasound community scientist, you can listen for whales or learn more about marine bioacoustics.
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Orca Network’s Whale Sighting and Education Project encourages observation of not just orcas, but all cetaceans that call the Salish Sea home. Awareness of our amazing wild neighbors helps foster stewardship and inspire action to protect critical habitat – while collated sightings data provides invaluable and ongoing insight.
How To Speak Whale | Book | Tom Mustill
How to Speak Whale is an unforgettable look at how close we truly are to communicating with another species – and how doing so might change our world. Discover more.
Whales' Bubble Net Fishing | Nature's Great Events | BBC Earth
Orca Behavior Institute
The Orca Behavior Institute is a non-profit whale research organization on San Juan Island, Washington. Inspiring conservation of wild killer whales.
Can We Talk to Whales?
Researchers believe that artificial intelligence may allow us to speak to other species.
The phonology of sperm whale coda vowels
Abstract. Sperm whales (Physeter macrocephalus) communicate using series of clicks known as codas. In previous research, sperm whale codas have been shown
Beachwave — Forkable live audio for ATProto
A forkable reference implementation for live audio on ATProto: Bluesky OAuth identity, ATProto room records, and LiveKit audio transport.
Noise — binaural beats generator
Binaural beats, Shepard tones, harmonic overtones, and noise generator. Keeps playing when your phone sleeps.
Sinker sound
Fish in the strange domain of the mermaid, and find many strange fish with their own unique original music! You must REEL to the beat of the song! This is a fishing game with a musical rhythm gimmick!
Published work: ocean journalist Melissa Hobson, the Ocean Writer
As an ocean journalist, I've written about all sorts of fascinating things going on beneath the waves. Read some of my published work here.
Whale Hunting
Discovering the hidden stories of how the world really works — by Project Brazen.
A Canticle to the Waterbirds
Clack your beaks you cormorants and kittiwakes,North on those rock-croppings finger-jutted into the rough Pacific surge;You migratory terns and pipers who leave but the temporal clawtrack written on sandbars there of your presence;Grebes and pelicans; you comber-picking scoters and you shorelong gulls;All you keepers of the coastline north of here to the Mendocino beaches;All you beyond upon the cliff-face thwarting the surf at Hecate Head;Hovering the under-surge where the cold Columbia grapples at the bar;North yet to the Sound, whose islands float like a sown flurry of chips upon the sea;Break wide your harsh and salt-encrusted beaks unmade for songAnd say a praise up to the Lord.And you freshwater egrets east in the flooded marshlands skirting the sea-level rivers, white one-legged watchers of shallows;Broad-headed kingfishers minnow-hunting from willow stems on meandering valley sloughs;You too, you herons, blue and supple-throated, stately, taking the air majestical in the sun-flooded San Joaquin,Grading down on your belted wings from the upper lights of sunset,Mating over the willow clumps or where the flatwater rice fields shimmer;You killdeer, high night-criers, far in the moon-suffusion sky;Bitterns, sand-waders, all shore-walkers, all roost-keepers,Populates of the ‘dobe cliffs of the Sacramento;Open your water-dartling beaks,And make a praise up to the Lord.For you hold the heart of His mighty fastnesses,And shape the life of His indeterminate realms.You are everywhere on the lonesome shores of His wide creation.You keep seclusion where no man may go, giving Him praise;Nor may a woman come to lift like your cleaving flight her clear contralto songTo honor the spindrift gifts of His soft abundance.You sanctify His hermitage rocks where no holy priest may kneel to adore, nor holy nun assist;And where His true communion-keepers are not enabled to enter.And well may you say His praises, birds, for your waysAre verved with the secret skills of His inclinations,And your habits plaited and rare with the subdued elaboration of His intricate craft;Your days intent with the direct astuteness needful for His outworking,And your nights alive with the dense repose of His infinite sleep.You are His secretive charges and you serve His secretive ends,In His clouded, mist-conditioned stations, in His murk,Obscure in your matted nestings, immured in His limitless ranges.He makes you penetrate through dark interstitial joinings of His thicketed kingdoms,And keep your concourse in the deeps of His shadowed world.Your ways are mild but earnest, your manners grave,Your customs carefully schooled to the note of His serious mien.You hold the prime condition of His clean creating,And the swift compliance with which you serve His minor meansSpeaks of the constancy with which you hold Him.For what is your high flight forever going home to your first beginnings,But such a testament to your devotion?You hold His outstretched world beneath your wings, and mount upon His storms,And keep your sheer wind-lidded sight upon the vast perspectives of His mazy latitudes.But mostly it is your way you bear existence wholly within the context of His utter will and are untroubled.Day upon day you do not reckon, nor scrutinize tomorrow, nor multiply the nightfalls with a rash concern,But rather assume each instant as warrant sufficient of His final seal.Wholly in Providence you spring, and when you die you look on death in clarity unflinched,Go down, a clutch of feather ragged upon the brush;Or drop on water where you briefly lived, found food,And now yourselves made food for His deep current-keeping fish, and then are gone:Is left but the pinion-feather spinning a bit on the uproilWhere lately the dorsal cut clear air.You leave a silence. And this for you suffices, who are not of the ceremonials of man,And hence are not made sad to now forego them.Yours is of another order of being, and wholly it compels.But may you, birds, utterly seized in God’s supremacy,Austerely living under His austere eye—Yet may you teach a man a necessary thing to know,Which has to do of the strict conformity that creaturehood entails,And constitutes the prime commitment all things share.For God has given you the imponderable grace to be His verification,Outside the mulled incertitude of our forensic choices;That you, our lesser in the rich hegemony of Being,May serve as testament to what a creature is,And what creation owes.Curlews, stilts and scissor-tails, beachcomber gulls,Wave-haunters, shore-keepers, rockhead-holders, all cape-top vigilantes,Now give God praise.Send up the strict articulation of your throats,And say His name.
Binauro - Free Binaural Beats, Ambient Soundscapes & Spatial Audio
Free binaural beats, isochronic tones, bilateral beats, ambient soundscapes, noise generators, and breathing tools for focus, sleep, meditation, and relaxation.
Happywhale
Send us your whale photos, we’ll identify the individuals for fun and for science. We'll share with you what we find!
Cuelume. Interaction sounds for the web
Cuelume is a tiny, dependency-free library of carefully designed interaction sounds, synthesized live with Web Audio.
