The trills of a sedge of sand hill cranes as they make their way to feeding grounds.  The tangled gobbles of a flock of turkeys foraging their way across the field.  The cacophony of dozens of grackles gathered overhead.  All this before we even climb out of our comfy bed.

Then as I walk, the knife edge of the rising sun lights up the treetops and the bits of brilliant red and orange that are Robins and Cardinals scattered like ornaments among the leaves.  The cardinals spring to life with a song.  The huge flock of robins chips and chatters.  A young buck snorts at my intrusion into his space.  I love morning!