I recently got a letter from a former student in which she said her favorite places here were the waterfall, because of the sound it made, and the pine forest, because of the sound of the wind in the trees. Those are part of the daily soundtrack of my life here. I can barely remember what it’s like to live somewhere where you can hear traffic going by. I haven’t lived on a real road in a year now.
In the past few days some new birds have shown up in the woods, including the singer behind one of my favorite bird songs: the wood thrush. (If you don’t know what a wood thrush sounds like, you can listen to it here.) Every morning I wake up to the songs of thrushes, wrens, warblers, towhees, sparrows, peewees.
In the evening, after dark, the treefrogs take over with their insistent trilling – not to mention the calls of the barred owls, great horned owls, and screech owls who live here at the raptor center.
And sometimes, the only sound is the rain, or the wind rushing in the tree tops.