I may have lured that Mockingbird too far down the chimney. Outdoors, I like to try to get Mockingbirds to whistle the two-tone call that our mother used to use to summon us: whee-whoo, whee-whoo. It is so cute when they try to repeat it and especially when they get it right and incorporate it into their repertoire.
The bird in question still sits on top of the chimney and sings. We hear him clearly. I used to sit near the fireplace and tried to teach him to whistle the call. He may have tried to reach that rival bird and fallen down to the point where flying back became impossible.
I promise that I will only whistle at Mockingbirds outdoors, from now on. Fool me once . . .
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That is funny, google would not post my original message. I remember you would sing to the birds around our neighborhood years ago. You have always enjoyed singing to the birds.
I recall hearing Mockingbirds doing a slow rendition of Mama's whee-whoo, whee-whoo, whee-whoo. Kind of Whee.....
Whoo.....
Whee?....
Whoo.....
I always knew who had been whistling out her back door.
It's a strange thing to look back and opine that, since my sister inserted Mom's -Come Here- whistle into birdsong in one part of the state and if she manages to do the same thing in this part of the state, anthropologists will have to rethink their ideas on how far a Mockingbird's song range actually is.
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