. . . Most weekend mornings, of course - this is when the work gets done . . . or maybe it is just me, there, standing in the trees . . . to hear it. It makes like a symphony sometimes; other times, though . . . it's more like a gameshow. "Name, That, Toollllll! . . . ." and I have actually gotten quite good with it. Too bad for the contestant (me) no chance of winning prizes. [ . . . ]