An opera-singing colleague sang Happy Birthday to me this morning, in Italian! My birthday isn't until next week, but I've got a few days annual leave now and I'm not back at work until afterwards. I also got a card and something in a Lush bag, which I haven't opened obviously. We don't usually do presents unless it's a 'special' birthday (it isn't) so that was a complete surprise!
When I got home (after a bit of a stressful drive) I could hear (but not see) a bird singing it's little heart out in the tree at the end of the garden - I think it was probably a blackbird. It was such a pretty sound.