I grew up in a house that was surrounded by trees.  There was a tree lined lane leading from the road to the house and then at the back the garden was surrounded by large trees, and in particular, my favourite tree, a large pear tree. 

My most vivid memories of being in the garden was on summer days when I would read or study, or fall asleep, always with the same beautiful background melody of the birds that were sitting on the trees around, often trying to attack the pears on the tree.  Chirps and shrill beautiful responses to each other.  It is something I miss very much in living in the city, as i miss the diversity of the choir of the different breeds of birds.  Now I hear only three - seagulls that are very much lost, pigeons and starlings and all at different times and in different areas.

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2 Responses Dec 27, 2008

For 10 years, I lived next to a train line. All along the line were huge gum (eucalyptus) trees. There were always birds there, but at certain times, there were huge mobs of Galahs and Sulphur-Crested Cockatoos, singing, eating, flying from branch to branch or moving across the nearby vicinity in a cloud of feathers, screeching.<BR><BR>I remember trying to talk to someone on the phone while the birds were overhead, and finding it very difficult to hear the other person. Nevertheless, I did enjoy the birdsong and miss it.

I love listening to birds singing,which makes me feel peaceful inside.