“His performances are for the ladies; the forest is his concert hall and the reviews are in.”
A Wildwood bird of The Clever Beaks
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A palm cockatoo who drums. He snaps off a stick, holds it in his foot, and beats it against a hollow tree in rhythm — the only non-human animal that makes its own musical instrument. His performances are for the ladies; the forest is his concert hall, and the reviews are in.
He is rehearsing the season's set. The hollow tree by the river has the best acoustics, and he has booked it.
A rival drummer has appeared downstream. A drum-off is inevitable.
“Lyra is learning a new sound no one can identify — not chainsaw, not shutter, not bird. The palm cockatoo, the forest's other musician, listened for a full evening and said: 'It sounds like falling. Like something falling very slowly, from very high, a long time ago.' Lyra has not confirmed this. He has not denied it. He keeps practicing.”
The lyrebird's new sound is a sound no forest ever made.
Ravens, macaws, keas, and magpies — the problem-solvers, tool-users, and con artists. The smartest flock in the sky, and the loudest about it.
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