A barking dog.
Early morning birdsong.
A far-away siren.
The random shots of an air cannon. This cannon is used in neighboring blueberry fields (photo above) to scare off the birds that would gladly harvest all the ripening fruit. We segue right from firework season to blueberry cannon season.
The bleating of ewes, calling for their lambs. We separated them yesterday, and it's always a sad couple of days on the farm.
Highway traffic noise off in the distance.
The crunch of gravel under my feet.
A rooster, announcing that the world is lucky he is alive.
What do you hear when you go for a walk in your neighborhood?