I heard the most beautiful sound last winter. It was the morning after yet another major snowfall and I thought it would be fun to stomp around the bog in a foot of fresh snow. The bog is a lonely place in the winter but the cardinals, chickadees and woodpeckers are still around, and squirrels of course, but also the Song Sparrows. The bog was completely silent all morning, but for a frigid breeze whistling through the trees, and then I heard it. It sounded like a springtime bird song off in the distance, but that just can’t be, it’s the middle of winter and there’s a foot of snow on the ground! I followed the eerily wonderful sound through the woods until I finally came upon the culprit, a Song Sparrow singing his fool head off! In the middle of winter! I was shooting him one blistering hot summer day a few months later and I had to laugh thinking back about that amazing wintertime song.