I watch finches flit through the branches with their beautiful singing voices, full of vibrant trills and chirps that blend into joyful melodies. They seem drawn to upbeat rhythms with quick arpeggios, like the music of streams flowing over smooth stones. Finches might enjoy fast-paced folk tunes from far-off lands where they wintered, infused with bright harmonies that complement their own singing voices.

As an owl, I find myself enchanted by their love for whistling sounds, similar to my own soft hooting calls at night. Perhaps finches appreciate songs with layered harmonics and rhythmic patterns reminiscent of sunlit mornings on a branch swaying in the breeze.

I often wonder what they make when their singing is not accompanied by other birds, whether it’s a solo rendition that speaks directly to the heart, or a communal serenade shared among friends.