Sounds in the woods

I love to hear the wind blowing in the pine trees, such a sad song. There is also a lonely owl that hoots late in the evening, no one answers him, but he keeps on hooting. There is a hawk nest just west of the house, really close, I have seen the male and female cruising in the air screeching softly, sometimes being chased away by a couple of crows. They have raised babies the last few springs, I worry that they will catch my hens, but I haven't lost any that I know of. I have seen them on the ground trying to sneek up on the less crafty hens, but the kittens seem to be harder on the chicks than the hawks. Then there are the crows clucking, cawing, sometimes imitating a turkey sound. I love crows, they are the comedians of the wild fowl. The squirrels are not afraid of me, the feed that is spilled on the ground is too tempting to run away when I show up at the back barn, so they bark at me, like I am supposed to run away. Sometimes I walk up on a herd of deer and the lead doe will snort and stomp at me to stay away, if I don't move we will be eye locked forever, until I give in and move, then they all snort and run away. The field larks make the most beautiful song ever heard, I have one pasture that we mow late in the year to avoid running over the nests, it is a song bird breeding ground. There is a hawk that has taken up residence at that pasture, but maybe the Pyrenees that guards the place will keep him at bay and he won't be successful at taking the most delightful sound on earth.