"The hills are alive with the sound of music, With songs they have sung a thousand years..."
Do you recall these first lines to the opening song from the movie The Sound of Music? On this bright and chilly day, it's my backyard that's alive with the sound of birdsong. Yet, when I look out, I can't see anything... that is, until I peer more closely at the frozen shrubs and vines which happen to be aflutter with tiny feathered 'ornaments' -- jostling for nestling space away from biting winds.
I'd be hard pressed to tell you what my most favourite sound might be (I have many), but on a frosty winter's afternoon, it would have to be the cheeky chickadee whistles and cheery sparrow songs that win out!
So glad for our fine-feathered friends!