Songs of Birds~Evoking Emotion, Memory

Krissy, birds do listen and call back... an orphan robin I had raised, was released one morning in a wood where I could hear other robins...later that afternoon I walked down the trail into the forest and whistled for him...and he flew back to me...but he was light and dry, and not quite ready for the big wide world..so I kept him in with his canary friends for another two weeks and let him go at another location.. again, where there were robins high up in the woods...I called and called for two days but he never came back..he was ready then, to fly on his own.

One day, I heard a gentle coo coo cooo on the other side of a door which led to my bird rooms where many free flying, nesting in trees, canaries, finches and doves lived. I opened the door and my little hand raised dove was standing there looking up at me... she wanted to explore the rest of the house...or hang out with me...she came from an egg that someone had given me, and I hatched it out in a makeshift brooder ~ a miracle when I saw the eggshell cracking open at last... this little bird repeatedly called from the other side of the door.. to come to me...I know that birds have great intelligence and if only we could undestand them better...even a little ~

I talk to the birds as they fly overhead in the great migration...I tell them that I admire their courage and strength.. flying so far, so far.....their black eyes shining, all their magnificent beating hearts, destinations remote, and always, always  into the wind, and the cold air running under their wings...and the lead bird at the front of the wedge...cutting a shape in the sky~

Krissy, lovely to hear of your child being aware and tuned in to birds.....there's lots of CDs of recorded bird songs ~ of course Beatrix Potter is essential reading! I could never understand how Mrs Tiggy~ winkle actually took off her apron and cap with all those prickles sticking through the cotton chintz.

"Then Mrs. Tiggy ~winkle made tea ~  a cup for herself and a cup for Lucie. They sat before the fire on a bench and looked sideways at each other. Mrs.Tiggy~winkle's hand, holding the tea~cup, was very very brown, and very wrinkly with the soap~suds; and all through her gown and her cap, their were hair~pins sticking wrong end out; so that Lucie didn't like to sit too near her."