Personal Essay
5:17 pm
Fri January 3, 2014

Name That Tweet: What Is This Bird, Anyway?

I didn’t see it at first. 

I was just getting into my car in the WLRN parking lot when I heard the warbling.  It seemed the bird song was carried along on the air in surround sound, with a resonance that my colleagues inside the building would envy.

I kept scanning the electrical poles and wires above the parking lot to see if I could spot it.  It had to be there, because he was a born performer, this bird.  What a ham!  Despite the ruckus I was making settling into my driver seat, he just kept singing away.

“Good,” I thought.  “Keep singing.  I’ll follow your voice.”

Turns out, I didn’t have to go far.  He was half hidden by a bit of greenery almost directly in front of me.  I swung open the car door, grabbed my iPhone and started filming.  All this activity still didn’t faze him.

It was such a thrill to see that tiny breast swell up with his ancient song, to hear that plaintive, solitary voice demand attention from the cars whizzing onto I-95 from downtown.

Before I saw him, I was a little downcast, as I usually am when the holiday season winds down.  My whole attitude changed the second I heard the warbling.  For while my bird is obviously not the storied partridge in a pear tree, his visitation still seems like, well ... a gift.

I confess there are times that I rail against this digital age we live in, but now I’m thankful for it.  For now I can reach out to South Florida’s nature lovers for help in ID-ing my bird.

If you can recognize his song from the video below, can you tell us all about him?

Happy New Year! 

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