"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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