I hear dogs barking at each other through the trees, guarding territory, or perhaps exchanging good squirrel chasing stories. The music of a hundred song birds surrounds me as they call to each other, and warn each other, or maybe they’re warning me. A flock of hens clucks softly, their calm conversations punctuated every now and then by the full-throated crow of a rooster reminding us that he’s in charge. A cat meows for food and then purrs as the dry morsels clack into his bowl. A cow moos a hello when she sees me pass by. A little boy screeches in delight as he and his bike hurtle down a shallow hill. My heart stops for a moment until he safely reaches the bottom. Mosquitoes whine for my blood. The buzz from a thousand bees rises up from the ground as they frantically collect pollen amidst fresh blooms. A breeze rustles the long prairie grass. The gently waving blades seem to talk to me, begging not to be cut. I will probably comply. A hammer pounds against a distant nail and the low rumble of a tractor rolls across the rich, dark fields. A car drives by, a little too fast, and splashes through a deep puddle. Funny that I call this peace and quiet.
What sounds are you hearing this spring?