“The service is debatable; the talent is not.”
A Dawn bird of The Dawn Chorus
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A northern mockingbird who knows two hundred songs and sings them all night in spring whether anyone asked or not. He learns the car alarms on your street and performs them back at 3 a.m. as a public service. The service is debatable. The talent is not.
Spring, so he sings all night. The streetlights are his stage lights and the neighborhood is his captive audience.
He is adding a new ringtone to the repertoire. The neighbors have opinions.
“Word forty-eight arrived last Tuesday. The budgie said it once, clearly, at dawn — a soft, falling sound, like something drifting down through empty air. No human taught it to him. The mockingbird, who knows two hundred songs, went quiet for a full minute, which has never happened. Asked to repeat it, the budgie tilted his head and said: 'Pretty bird.' Word forty-eight has not been heard since.”
The budgie's forty-eighth word is not a word anyone taught him.
The songbirds: nightingales, lyrebirds, thrushes, and wrens — the musicians whose dawn performance the whole world sets its clock by.
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“the elders say: even dust, when piled up, becomes a mountain — every feather is a copy of a copy. The original is still falling.”
