While other people look for robins as the first signs of spring arriving back in the Great North Land, or rather the Great Plains, I listen for this bird. The Western Meadowlark.
I grew up on a farm and heard the song of this bird so often during the spring and summer. It reminds me of the smell of long grass, warm days and soothing breezes.
Most of all, it reminds me of when I was a kid.