I was out in the yard chicken-watching when I heard a bird singing - I think it was a canary. Beautiful little tune it was whistling. Poor thing, it won't last the winter around here. I know the bird song around here, this was definitely foreign - and reminded me of my grandmother's canaries, so I'm pretty sure what I heard. One day when I was driving down the road I saw a beautiful flash of turquoise blue - in with a flock of sparrows, a little canary was flying with them, part of the flock. It was sweet that it had that bit of freedom, but the poor things just aren't hardy enough to make it around here.