No, not the sounds of springs (plural). That's what you hear when the neighbors are doing the nasty on an old bed. And our house is so close, about two yards, let me tell you. It may be a long summer.
We bloggers tend to post photos as well as pictures via words. Images.
Sounds seem to take a back seat, if sounds can sit anywhere.
But I've heard the purple finches, the robins at morning and evening, was that a mockingbird, a mourning dove, the clarion chirp of Mr. Cardinal, a distant train, rain on the roof and on the new sidewalk (the jigsaw crack is fixed).
The sound of fingers on a MacBook keyboard.