Is it ever just the sound of a place that does it for you? It is for me. There are pockets of places in the world with sounds I hear solely with my heart. This refuge is one of those places. The birds.. Swans, snow geese, red-winged black birds swarm and turn still air into invisible vibrations beneath their wings. As they fly overhead I involuntarily still myself in reverence to these birds and to the sound of wings and air. They whisper the spirit of nature.