The country is so quiet – really?
When we moved here, I bought a bird book and studied it. I wanted to refer to the birds with their proper names. I started a bird list that had over a hundred names on it. My “birder” friend told me that I only could enter a bird name if I had another person confirm my sighting. In addition, she told me to identify birds through their songs. She said that by knowing the birds’ songs, she knew far more about which birds she may spy nearby, than by trying to spot them. How would I do that? Fortunately, I found the book of ‘250 North American Birds Songs’. When you see the picture of a particular bird in the book and press a button on the side, you hear the song this bird is singing. In the course of time, I could identify songs of birds I have never seen.
I do not know if humming birds have a song, but I can identify them easily by the noise they make when they fly. The wings move so rapidly that you can hear them coming when they are yards away. In addition, they wage battle over the feeder. Sometimes, when I doze in my recliner outside, the sound of their buzzing aerial dogfights around the feeder, evoke images of propeller driven fighter planes wheeling about each other in the sky. Of course this has prompted us to put up another feeder to defuse their fights.
The frogs in the pond are another chorus in our symphony. Apparently, each night they have a discussion round scheduled. Whether they are discussing mating, politics or the stock market, I have not figured out yet, but I hear their vigorous exchanges each evening