![]() ![]() “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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