“Wow! That’s a wood thrush if I’ve ever heard one.” Ed frantically signaled for Edna to stand still. He raised his binoculars and panned the tree branches ahead.
Edna knew not to speak. Ed motioned for her to stay put as he gently stepped forward, binoculars still raised to his eyes. Edna wasn’t into this bird-watching thing, but Ed insisted on dragging her along.
A few moments later another glorious tune of flute-like quality rang out.
Ed smiled in anticipation of the sighting.
Edna gasped and reached for her backpack, recognizing the new notification tone on her cell phone.
This 99-word story is my contribution to the August 3 Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge to "write a story that includes the sense of sound."