Sounds of Summer

The roar of the neighbor's tractor as it pulls the cultivator, the buzz of the helicopter spraying the planted field, familiar sounds of summer near my little rural home. A distant howling coyote coveting my clucking hens, the crowing of the rooster proclaiming his domain, the swish of my sickle as I decimate the weeds are ordinarily unnoticed by my inattentive ear. An unusual commotion in the bright blue summer sky, alerts me that the eagles are having a raucous conversation. My attention is drawn to the cooing of a dove. We play hide and seek as I try to locate him. I stop my mundane chore to listen. I hear the chirp of a cricket, the rustle in the trees, the swish of a humming bird, the buzzing of the bees and flies, the scolding of a jay, cawing of the crows, croaking of a frog, and then my ear attunes to the soprano in the choir of the birds. Happy summer sounds.