It's the geese flying south for the winter.
They're just so joyful. They're basically yelling at the top of their lungs. HEY YOU GUYS! WE'RE OUTTA HERE! I'M SO EXCITED! I CAN'T WAIT TO HISS AT THOSE FLORIDIANS! AND POOP ALL OVER THEIR GREENBELTS! AND EAT THE BREAD THAT THEY FEED ME! YESSSSSS! (See? They're hissing right there.)
Every time they fly overhead, yelling joyfully at each other, I stop and look up and grin like a crazy fool. I. Love. It.
That's got to be hard, flying and yelling at the same time. I would find it hard yelling while, say, jogging. Especially if it was for hours on end. I heard Britney Spears sings while working out so that she is able to sing while still dancing in her shows. Interesting, eh? My sis, Lex, used to be a cheerleader in high school and college, and while they were running up and down stairs, they had to yell their cheers. Talk about an ab workout.
The only time I ever yell when I work out is when I'm doing the fit wall at my gym.
When I yell at the fit wall, it's stuff like, "Eeeeeeee!" when I'm doing that one drill where you're holding on to the top rung and making your feet hop up and down the lower rungs. I'm scared I'm going to hit my shins. Or when I'm going, "Arrrrghhhh!" When I have to do Russian squat kicks while doing tricep dips on the fit wall.
These are not joyful noises that I make.
When you do the fit wall, you burn 800 calories in half an hour. I kid you not. It is that intense. I could burn the equivalent if I jogged for two and a half hours straight. And I get to do it tonight. Yay.
Maybe if I honk while doing the fit wall, I'll find more joy in it.