This morning as my dog and I passed one of the picnic shelters in the park, I heard the most magical birdsong.
A robin was sitting on one of the picnic tables in the shelter, which is basically a roof and no walls. He was singing his morning song which was being amplified and echoed under the shelter's roof.
He must have thought that he'd found the most wonderful place to sing, and his song, already beautiful, had become almost like a concert in symphony hall.
Even on ordinary occasions I love to hear a robin's song, but this was a real treat.