Probably not. During and after our trip I realize the regionality of everyday sounds. Where I live there is no night noise, at least in terms of crickety froggy chirps. Nor are there mosquitoes buzzing my ears.
At home I have been stirred from sleep by the snorts of a bear or the crash of them tipping the garbage bin, though last night I slept through the entire event. We hear the noon whistle to the tune of Oh-Can-a-duhhhhhhh and the blast of the "9:00 Gun," a cannon located in Stanley Park. On weekend afternoons we hear the alto horns of departing cruise ships and if the night winds are right there is the heavy bang of humping trains. Really, that is the technical term for it. Tonight I heard our neighbours calling for their dog in their unique manner, "Whooo-hoo-hooooo." Don't ask me, the dog's name is Shadow.
When I moved to Vancouver I noticed a conspicuous lack of church bells. Turns out in 1943, a city bylaw was introduced ending the noise of church bells. Very sad.
Besides the night sounds of Maryland, the one that sticks out for me the most is the knock knock knocking of crab hammers at restaurants, probably followed by our squeals of delight at the prices. All you can eat for under $20. Of course, there were the birds. We have hummingbirds here, but you hear their buzz as they approach, feed and leave. There, there was an absence of sound in the middle as they stopped to rest and eat. I had never seen a hummingbird at rest. One posed for a picture:
Bryant came home late the other night, smiled and said "I knew you were home, I could hear your needles clicking."
Life's a Stitch 
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