White-Throated Kingfishers sound like a jackhammer in the hands of a jazz drummer. Asian Koels can be mistaken for star-crossed Shakespearean strangers cooing goodbye one last time. Black-Winged Kites shriek as though they are auditioning for musical satires. If the world was any crueler, music labels would hire poachers to hunt down Malabar Hornbills, and steal their summer playlists.
The most beautiful bird call I have ever heard belongs to a whistler in an electric blue coat. Found in the Western Ghats, it is the Beethoven of alarm clocks.
I first heard its call during the summer of 2014. I was on an evening stroll at the Periyar Wildlife Sanctuary. It had started to drizzle when I walked past the gate. I tucked an umbrella under my armpits and confidently went ahead.
An hour went by before it began to pour. I had to take refuge by a tortoise-shaped tourist store. A family of Bonnet Macaques, out in the rain, were glaring at me. I was hogging space in their shelter. The skies didn’t look like they were in the mood for love. I waited a few minutes before deciding to head back to the cottage.
I felt a little defeated. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to spot birds for the rest of the day. Maybe I could get into staring contests with moths later at night. They cheer me up. But I needed immediate relief. And so I put my headphones on.
Music is my first line of defense whenever I am upset or angry. It makes a long-distance swimmer out of me. A marathon runner, distancing himself from an unfortunate situation. An attentively-thumped bass note. A row of piano keys touched in all the right places. A singer crooning about chasing storms. They wreck me in beautiful ways.
It was thundering by the time I reached the cottage. But I was too engrossed in the music to pay attention. I put the backpack away and sat on a chair in the balcony. I saw a Malabar Whistling Thrush on the railing, at an arm’s length from me. I had seen my first one earlier that year in Kodaikanal.
I took off the headphones and ran inside to get the camera. It wasn’t the most well-coordinated dash. I was distracted by a satisfying heartache of a whistle. It was a lovely melody. And I had not a tune on my playlist, or in recent memory, with a tenderer note.
By the time I could take a photograph, it flew away. The whistling continued, though. The sun retired, and the rain followed suit. The piercing call of the Malabar Whistling Thrush didn’t stop until the last light of day disappeared. The birding websites were right. It did sound like a carefree child, exhaling a merry tune.
Some of my other favorite bird calls include those of the Common Iora, Marsh Harrier, Grey Francolin, Malabar Hornbill and Tickell Blue Flycatcher.
Some ear candies:
Jon Brion – Sydney Doesn’t Speak
Mark Mothersbaugh – Zissou Society Blue Star Cadets
Alt J – Tessellate (Live at the Africa Centre)
Rezső Seress – Szomorú Vasárnap
Franz Liszt – Hungarian Rhapsody No.2
Kurangan – David Foster Wallace
Break me down
into loud staccatos,
and stack me up,
unbroken and still,
like dusted LPs
from whirlwind
memories
(Photographs: Kodaikanal, Thekkady, Chennai, Munnar)
I really like it! Enjoyed it! I Have added it to my site’s “Collections’, if you don’t mind. If you have objection please write me, I will remove the link. Thank you!
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Thanks Sanjeev. Go right ahead, no worries at all.
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Thank you!
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BIRDS AREN’T MUSICIANS; THEY ARE BARDS, NANBA!
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Hear ye hear ye!
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Wonderful!
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Thank you cindy.
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This post is indeed a visit to paradise. Beautiful.
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Thanks Sumana.
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… and they are dreams floating on clouds, and magicians in colours we do not have any names for..I love this post Christy…’Melancholy flows through their music like water’, well indeed..
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“Colours we do not have any names for…” – beautifully put! Thanks shru. Glad you liked the music.
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I always do C, and here’s one for you, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZvARSvqjtI&list=PL5sKjkiLD7BqvNxZCDNz8um7Pobt1EDQt&index=115
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And another one to match the delicate beauty of your words here, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EtLVXBqfqBY&index=165&list=PL5sKjkiLD7BqvNxZCDNz8um7Pobt1EDQt
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Awwww thank you (big smile) those were lovely.
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Is there a greater joy than when something hits the right note-sometimes a look, sometimes a whiff, sometimes a song and sometimes just a whistle. Glad you found yours Christy. I sure found mine, with this post.
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Awww a whiff, a whirling dervish of a blade of grass, there’s music everywhere for willing ears. I am happy you found music here, thank you.
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Birds are not musicians, they are song…
so beautiful, so beautiful as your photographs. Thank you, Love, nia
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Thank you Nia, means a lot coming from a camera wielder like you!
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Amazing pictures and love the thouugh about the birds songs
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Much appreciated, merci!
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You know so much about birds ..Loved reading this blog ..Mind refresher 🙂
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Awww thanks again Subhi, I know as much as a batty amateur birder knows I suppose. I am kicked that it refreshes your mind (big smile) do come back often.
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I’ve overstayed my welcome on your blog. You’ll find me lurking here like a stranger in the alley at odd hours of the night. Glad you stumbled on my blog and glad i tumbled on yours. 🙂
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Awww please come back to haunt anytime you please, it’s a pleasure to have connected (big smile)
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💕
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I agree with that
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I love birds, but can never find the words to describe the joy they bring. YOU, dear VerseHerder, have done it. This is perfect. I will be sharing this with a birder friend of mine.
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Awww man, this comment made me feel so good. Thank you. I keep thinking that I come across as pretentious and cheesy, the way I describe my love for them, and then you say something as sweet as that.
Thank you!
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There’s a bird I love, I know not its name.
I grew up listening to its morning calls, so much that I learned the tune. And now I wish to hear it call, if only just one more time.
Lovely post, you’ve struck a gentle chord. And you certainly know your birds and their songs. 👌🏽😊👏🏼
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Thank you! And I’d love to help you discover the name of your childhood alarm clock (big smile). Could you perhaps give me a basic description of how it looks and where you are from?
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Wow thank you, how I wish I could…I honestly never saw it, or if I did I can’t quite be able to describe it.
I’m from Nairobi,Kenya.
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Well it’s just as beautiful a memory to remember the song behind it. Thank you again for sharing your childhood song (big smile,)
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Smiling back 🙂🙂
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Reblogged this on SUSAN'S SPACE.
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