Friday, July 29, 2011


TRY THAT, MERE HUMAN!

I was out in the garden this morning adding some kitchen garbage to the compost pile under the cherry tree when the warbler began his dawn concert, to which I always delight in whistle-responding as best I can; I suspect we featherless bipeds all have a bit of warbler in us somewhere.

Although I am a good whistler (frugal traveler entertainment) and love to take part in warbler performances - in a kind of duet, extended roundels, syncopation or whatever strikes my fancy - on occasion I have the feeling that the warbler involved finds it irritating. He often seems to sing more insistently, like a parent might talk louder over a noisy child. Or he tries something more complicated. Which is understandable; the warbler is the pro here, no question about that-- but still...

Sometimes with just a simple basic warbler riff I can fool the wee bird into thinking there's another male about, at least for a while, which can be fun with a warbler new to the neighborhood, as he bounces here and there singing irritably while looking for the upstart intruder, only to find that there's nothing around but one of those wingless, songless humans...

This time though, as soon as I repeated the warbler’s standard initial riff, he departed from the old songlist and performed a completely new number, a flashy and soaring glissando composition that had just arrived in warbler world, and it was a doozy. No way I could imitate that one, that was way beyond my ballpark, that was out among the stars somewhere. What a solo performance-- it just went on and on! I've never heard anything like it; I was struck dumb, whistlewise. If I could have seen that maestro, I suspect there might have been the hint of a smile on his beak at shutting me up so effectively, but it was worth every note to be so wonderfully humbled.

Warblers are evolving fast up here; got to get to work on my repertoire.


8 comments:

Kay said...

What a sweet post! I wish I could have heard it too. All I'm hearing here in Hawaii is a cacophony of squeals from mynahs and bulbuls.

Kalei's Best Friend said...

Looks like he was trying to do a 'one up on you' lol... or was he being territorial?

Tabor said...

Don't you just love a good challenge?

Victor said...

I thought the warble was a show for the females; maybe he mistook your friendly gesture as a threat.

Robert Brady said...

It's territorial and a show for the females, now that you mention it, but when I whistled I had no interested female warblers winging around my head, so I guess I need to do some more work on my warble...

Antares Cryptos said...

Know thy place, human.;)

Robert Brady said...

Warblers offer a mindbending course in Human 101...

~ Sil in Corea said...

Heheh! Love it! I just get to shreak back at magpies here in S.Korea. ;-) But, sometimes they do talk back to me in a sort of crow-ish way.