When you hear birds singing, do you listen to what they are saying?
I’m no birder. Not me. I can only identify the most obvious – blue jay, cardinal, nuthatch… Even so, my spirits lift every spring when I hear the birds singing again.
I now recognize some of the bird calls even if I can’t match call to bird or identify many of the birds I see.
One bird I call the ‘bath tub bird’ because its burbly, warbly call sounds like one of those old-fashioned whistles that kids used to play with in the bath, filling it with water before blowing. The quick chit-chit-chit of a pair of birds living in the blackberry bushes is a special delight. And the clear liquid song of another bird high in the maple trees.
This last weekend I decided to try and find out what some of these birds are. A lesson in writing humility. Continue reading