Vancouver has its beauty but there’s nothing quite like West Cork

I’m physically back in West Cork from Vancouver. It’s 9am here and the birds are singing, but it’s midnight in my head.
It seems to me that the birds in Ireland sing more sweetly than any I heard in in Canada. However, men in Canada whistle. In Vancouver, I twice passed men whistling merrily as they walked the streets. It’s some time since I’ve heard anyone whistling while they walked in Ireland.