When my dog Scooby and I take our morning walk through the deep woods, the air is filled with sound. Birds of many species break the early morning silence with their songs.
Sometimes it’s a steady chirp-chirp-chirp-probably a sparrow. It could be the tilting melody of a robin or the happy trill of a proud cardinal. At times it’s a sustained, single-note call from some unfamiliar bird. Then come the harsh squawks of a blue jay or the raucous caw of a raven. Then a little group of chickadees will flit their way through the trees, repeating their “chick-a-dee-dee-dee” sounds.