![]() ![]() “Who cooks? Who cooks for you?” I hear that and think that mostly, it’s me and thankfully, I’m a decent cook. ![]() If I’m lucky enough at night, I’ll hear some owls. And then he runs into my window over and over and drives me crazy and I think to myself, it’s a good thing you are such a pretty birdie because you’re not impressing anyone with ramming your head into your reflection repeatedly. While both the male and the female sing, I often think of the bright red male when I hear his song of “Cheer! Cheer! Pretty birdie pretty birdie!” and I think of how proud he sounds and how strong and tough. The majestic northern cardinal, Ohio’s state bird, is always there to cheer me up if the robin can’t. ![]() If I’m feeling a little down about something, the pleasant robin reminds me to “cheer up, cheerily, cheerily cheer up!” And if I do, if I think about how robins like to stare at the ground with their little heads cocked and wait so patiently for a worm to appear, kind of like how my children stare at me blankly until dinner magically shows up on the table. Perhaps something along the scale of a soothing mint to a peppy oolong. The male bird sings his song that sounds like “drink your teeeeea!” and I hear that and think to myself that I should really have a cup of tea. Slinging the slang: It's my turn to be lost in slangįor example, the eastern towhee, a black bird with a rusty and white belly, reminds me to relax when I’m outside. I do, however, let the bird sounds I do know resonate with me whenever I get a chance. I realize this makes me sound like a bird person, but I assure you I am not. Birds don’t actually say real words, but plenty of birders know birds by their calls and songs.Īnd because humans lack a syrinx, the special organ that allows birds to make sounds, many people, like myself, remember the bird sounds by assigning them human words. ![]()
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