Fascinated By My Birds

Tweet pop weet whistle sleet slew tweet I spend hours trying to write down a songbird’s notes Robins, cardinals, wrens, sparrow, and thrush. But I cannot capture their lyrics in our known alphabet. I finally realized it is because they have beaks, not mouths. They make sounds we are incapable of imitating. Blue jay and crow are easy to mimic. Screech and caw. Woodpecker is a jackhammer. Tatta Tatta Tatta Tatta Tatta. But the songbirds’ lyrics cannot be captured. Not with our current language, it is not sufficient. This is possibly why I am enamored and thrilled to listen. Spending hours trying to duplicate their musical score. Brilliant red cardinals are the males, the pink ones females. It is said they are spiritual messengers, and I have six of them. Wrens and sparrows fly past at breakneck speed, like shadows. Does the hummingbird make any noise at all? Mine moves like a bee. I am totally fascinated by my song birds and their personalities. I have a red winged blackbird that has an orange dash instead of red. The blue jay is the most unwelcome. When he swoops down the others leave. The black crow is the most evasive, with his loud angry, mean-sounding caw.