Owls are neat.

I just woke up and can hear (and barely see) a spooky hoot owl in the oak tree outside the window at my friend’s house.  There are noisy bullfrogs in the cow pond, tree frogs, crickets, various other night insects, and very distant coyotes.  Two nights ago, I heard whippoorwills singing from their nesting area around the swamp/sinkhole.  Sometimes the horses come up near the house and graze.  You can hear them chewing!  Of course, the roosters will begin crowing in about five hours, so it’s time to get back to sleep!

P.S. Matto, if you’re awake in NYC, you’ll like this since you’re into nature recently!  (But do take care of yourself as advised on your other thread.)

FYI- I am on a much needed mini-vacation in West Virginia. I get to go to Confession, hear Mass, and hopefully, receive Communion tomorrow before starting the long drive east.  Except for the distance from around Trenton, NJ to NYC, I consider the drive part of the vacation.

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Nature sounds are so beautiful and healing. I love remote and rural.  We aren't rural enough to hear the detail of rural sounds I like - except at night when it is quiet. When I mioved here our neighbor had a few sheep and I loved hearing them at night.  It sounds like you are enjoying all that wholesome stuff. Wow, so quiet you can even hear the chewing! Love it.
Right now the weather is lovely and our windows are all open, and I am bothered by the rise and fall (particularly the rise) of road sounds in the distance. I do love our home, but road sounds during the day I do not like.
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Every year after I converted, until I moved here five years ago, I went on a silent retreat at a monastery, and it was very rural.  Country quiet - all day and all night. The retreat house was a mile (or two?) walk to the Abbey and we were always (individually) walking to the Abbey for prayer, day and night. The Retreat House had a large side yard with an old barn swallow population, swooping and diving, with only their sweet sounds breaking the sacred silence. I miss them. I miss those retreats, and the beautiful annual blessing of silence and prayer. My husband is looking forward to us going on a retreat there together, and finally, this coming summer, I think we will be able to.
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I imagine you also will miss those country sounds you are learning to love, too. : )
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My drives to my new job (two diff. locations) are beautiful, scenic rural routes.  My new Mon.-Friday. There were more possible job opportunities in the other directions, that would be going into heavy traffic, highways, and cities. I feel so blessed that I will have a country drive to work every morning! One of the two locations I drive to will have NO traffic lights ALL the way there! The route starts alongside a long and unpopulated park lake that beautifully mirrors the low mountains and forests encircling it, then a dam that is sometimes a giant waterfall, and some lovely antique farms. Lots of woods, stoney streams, ponds, and country homes.
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So I know what you mean about part of the drive being part of the vacation.
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When we visit my cousin in south Jersey, from where we are in New England, it is such a tough drive once we hit the approach to NYC.  And once in Jersey! The NJ turnpike is surreal! Twelve lanes! I found it positively frightening at first.  While I still don't like it, I try not be too stressed, as the lanes at least are divided in groups, as we drive through the barren landscape of giant gas/oil storage tanks and electrical power transfer stations. But it is tricky each time we approach near NYC, as our GPS continually tries to steer us off our route and east, into thicker and thicker city traffic, with all it's highways and exits everywhere, into more and more congested traffic, til we wait in long lines of mostly-stopped traffic, as many highways are also funneled over that one Geo. Washington Bridge - and not the Tappan Zee Bridge that we have tried to direct our GPS to. We do all we can to avoid that nightmare of a bridge (GWB), which must have some deal with the GPS companies to channel all area cars into it, because rerouting the GPS to avoid it is a LOT of work, which must be performed while driving....
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When I go running 11 miles at night, I enjoy seeing deer and coons, and hearing the leaves blow in the breeze, and seeing the moon when the moon is out.

My favorite part of summer is lying awake in bed at night and listening to all the sounds.  Crickets, Katydids, Cicadas, owls...Killdeer and roosters early in the morning...we also hear coyote, and sometimes groundhogs whistling at night.

Same here, but around here, this summer has been eerliy quiet up until a few days ago when crickets finally started to make a little noise at night. I live in a rural area and it's been so quiet on summer nights around here, that you can hear a conversation from over a quarter mile away. The other night it was real calm and I was awakened by a train rolling (not it's horn) about 20 miles away - it sounded like a loud wind or some type of thunder in the distance, but loud enough that it woke me up at like 1 in the morning thinking a storm was coming.

It's been so quiet at night that about a week ago, I heard a strange sound that sounded kind of like a sort of pitter patter of something, I thought maybe a racoon or fox or ? was trying get at something in the yard or something, but instead, it was something I have never heard before, it was 8 or 9 deer just walking down the road in front of the house, which was actually pretty cool. 

Not sure what happened to all the noisy little bugs this year - we think it's somehow due to a record wet spring that abruptly turned into a near drought since. But it's funny how the mind can play tricks when total calm is the rule at night.  

Yep, you're in West Virginia, all right.  God's country.  Whereabouts in WV?

If it's Pendleton County, I can tell you that during the fall, the maple tree leaves turn the deepest, most assertive, most profound shade of red you will ever see in your life.  It's almost surreal.

Hope you're enjoying your trip.  I know the state well.

Hello!  It’s my last day in WVa.  I’m in Mingo Co, nearest big town is Williamson.  (I’m afraid Bp. Williamson wouldn’t like it!  No high culture, lots of coal dust, lots of poverty, but down to earth people unless they’re high on opioids.). Tomorrow, it’s back to NYC.

I love our yard at night so many peaceful sounds that it helps clear the mind!