Thursday, May 14, 2009

Chick a dee dee dee

"Caw, caw, caw," calls the crow.
"Conk la ree a." sings the red winged blackbird.
"Me me, pretty pretty me." says the white crowned sparrow.

That is the extent of the bird calls that I know. . . until I came across this book at the local library: The Songs of Wild Birds by Lang Elliott. It comes with a CD so you can listen to the bird songs while looking at the gorgeous photos. My daughter loved having this book open on the table and I loved having bird songs playing in our home. The strangest thing about the different bird calls, is how ubiquitous the sounds are. They transport you. A track would play and quickly, I'd be in a very specific part of my childhood. I realized, I know that sound in my cells.

So we hung the bird feeder (in our neighbor's yard) and we listen with close attention to the birds.

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