One of my favorite sounds of springs are red-winged blackbirds singing in a marsh. They make my heart sing too. The females hadn't arrived yet, but three males were busy tuning up their vocal cords getting ready for the ladies arrival. Sketched on location at a little pond near here that the birders have named 'chevy Pond.' A large pond, Ford's Pond, is directly across the road. Chevy Pond seemed like a good name for the little pond.