That screeching sound that you hear when driving near a red Honda is me.
I'm still attempting to learn the sheepdog whistles. Training books say it's best to practice where the dog can't hear.... So anywhere within a mile of the farm is out.
I haven't had friends and family inviting me over to practice my whistling. So that leaves the car.
In the comfort of my car, I practice scales. And in the back of my mind, I hear my high school band director talking about tone and quality of sound. Squeaks come from the whistle. And then, no sound comes at all.
I toss the whistle on the dashboard, turn on the radio and begin singing.
The sound, I'm sure, is just as bad.