Name that sound

An odd game I have found myself playing lately is, "Name that Sound"  Call it a reflex to boredom, call it a shift in emphasis, but what it is in my thin-walled trailer and in a town that has slowed-down considerably I hear new sounds and try to figure out what they are and where they come from.  It's odd how you can spend time in the city where sounds abound everywhere and not notice any of them particularly, but when the overall volume is brought down you notice the symphony of small sounds playing over the silence.  My sister-in-law goes nuts sometimes because of the clocks in our house; we'll often find our clocks in the porch because she was trying to read or sleep and all she could hear was that faint tick-tock of the clock.  In Caronport there is a fantastic symphony of sound which starts with the birds.  First of all, if you like bird-watching the two places I call home (BH and Caronport) are fantastic; Caronport has quite a different array of birds compared to the north.  Among all the birdcalls I hear in my trailer or walking about, the one that stands-out is the Burrowing Owl.  The Burrowing Owl hoots in the day, and not a day goes by that I don't hear it once.  There are other numerous birds which I lack knowledge to identify, but are wonderful to hear.  In regards to sound, one cannot fail to mention the mash of mass transportation at Caronport.  Aside from the usual expected noise of personal vehicles, it is very common to hear trains as they rumble by, the echoes of semis at night, and the numerous jets that fly from the Moose Jaw Airbase, including the famous Snowbirds as they practice.  The final area of sound that sticks-out to me is my own trailer; now that the days get quite warm, there is a daily concert of cricks and cracks as the trailer is heating by the sun and then cools off in the evening.
The daily song of sound has made me realize how polluted our world is with noise; so much so that we are often missing much that plays underneath.  Not only are we missing much, but we are producing this state of being that is greatly uncomfortable with silence or a lack of noise.  One of the aspects that made me feel much older than my fellow student is that the average student now needs noise to work; students would flock to the library to work, but would have cranked earbuds in their ears to work to and would break the silence that others like myself wished to find.
I dare someone to fight the urge to drown-out the world and take the time to bask in the silence and the quiet noise their world has to offer.