There’s a sound I remember from childhood that I haven’t heard in years. It’s the chorus of spring peepers, small frogs that would fill the wetlands near my grandmother’s house with their high, chirping calls.

When was the last time you really listened to your neighborhood? Not just heard it in the background while you checked your phone or hurried to your car, but actually stopped and paid attention to the sounds around you?

There’s a moment just before sunrise when the world seems to hold its breath. The night sounds fade, the air feels different, and then it begins: one bird, then another, and soon a full orchestra of voices welcoming the day. This is the dawn chorus, and it’s one of nature’s most remarkable sonic events.