My grandma (on my Dad's side) always had canaries.
When I'd walk into her home, the sound of these little yellow birds was so cheerful to me.
Grandma told me the chirping and whistling sounds were their "song." I was in love with birds that would sing to you.
To this day, I will stop what I'm doing to hear the song of the birds outside.
The birds had such an affection for Grandma & I wonder if one reason was because she would often stop her housework; walk over to the cage and sit down for the sole purpose of listening to their music?
This birdcage (though bird-less), is one of my favorite things at the Cottage. Maybe one day will it house a couple of canaries?