Tis true. I’ve moved to Newfoundland – lured by the call of the puffin – sound appreciation, like music, being very subjective.
I luvs it here.
I luv the sound of the fog horns blowing loudly right in my backyard, now that I am accustomed to them and know that a ship will not be crashing through my picture window. I love the view of the narrows that astounds no matter how many times I see it – or not – depending on the fog. I even love the slugs that I find under my desk, or more frequently, the slug trails on the carpet that just start and disappear – with nary a critter in site.
Maybe if I could learn how to do a slug call – I could call them out.