I announce the coming, but have no voice. I signal the change, but make no choice.

From roof and branch I softly cling, then fade away at the touch of spring.

I’m water that wiggles, I’m water that sways, I’m water that sneaks up in splishy splash ways. I’m not on a ride, but I still like to glide, What do you call me? I am the

In what is possibly Reddit's most famous subreddit-naming gag, this subreddit is not at all about football. Instead, it's all about a certain order of feathered, nocturnal hunters. What subreddit am I?

The cattle moo, the sheep all bleat, beneath my roof they rest and sleep. Filled with hay from floor to beam, I keep them safe through snow and sleet.