Yep I think birds - and animals - understand the regional dialects and languages of their area. So it figure they cultivate accents, too! Love this poem! ✨
Thank you, Ingrid! I enjoyed writing it. Will you pop a little review on Amazon for me please? I hate to ask, but I know I tend to forget to write reviews myself, and have just spent a good hour writing quite a few. Thank you and lots of love xx
Oh Cesca, I believe you. Truly. Birds are astonishing mimics—sharp-eared, playful, sometimes eerie in how precisely they echo our world back to us.
I once saw a blackbird in a video copy the exact rhythm and tone of a golf swing—the soft swoosh of the club slicing air, the sharp clack of it striking the ball—all timed perfectly, as though the bird were standing beside the golfer, taking mental notes.
So when you say those blackbirds were chirping in Schweizerdeutsch? I don’t just believe it—I love it. Maybe the woods are alive not just with the sound of music, but dialects, too. Maybe somewhere right now, a London pigeon is scoffing in Cockney while a Parisian sparrow sighs in song.
What if the birds are recording us, remixing our days into their morning concerts? A world of winged linguists, each with their own regional accent. What a wonder.
Have you ever had a moment like that, where the ordinary suddenly started speaking your language?
I gathered, when lecturing in english on a unit of study called 'regional voices' that london ducks quack at higher decibels than country ducks - because of the background hum.
Yep I think birds - and animals - understand the regional dialects and languages of their area. So it figure they cultivate accents, too! Love this poem! ✨
I absolutely believe it, but now I want to hear it!
Perfect, just what I needed to read, Cesca!
What accents do yours have?
I spent Grade 1 and 2 in a Schweitzerdeutsch boarding school, so I know the sound well! Another lovely poem! BTW, your new book is a beauty!
Thank you, Ingrid! I enjoyed writing it. Will you pop a little review on Amazon for me please? I hate to ask, but I know I tend to forget to write reviews myself, and have just spent a good hour writing quite a few. Thank you and lots of love xx
Yesterday I posted this, about an Amsel's song in Upper Bavaria. I wonder if they speak Bairisch?
Probably not. They just sing! https://brooksriley.substack.com/p/when-the-music-stops
Oh Cesca, I believe you. Truly. Birds are astonishing mimics—sharp-eared, playful, sometimes eerie in how precisely they echo our world back to us.
I once saw a blackbird in a video copy the exact rhythm and tone of a golf swing—the soft swoosh of the club slicing air, the sharp clack of it striking the ball—all timed perfectly, as though the bird were standing beside the golfer, taking mental notes.
So when you say those blackbirds were chirping in Schweizerdeutsch? I don’t just believe it—I love it. Maybe the woods are alive not just with the sound of music, but dialects, too. Maybe somewhere right now, a London pigeon is scoffing in Cockney while a Parisian sparrow sighs in song.
What if the birds are recording us, remixing our days into their morning concerts? A world of winged linguists, each with their own regional accent. What a wonder.
Have you ever had a moment like that, where the ordinary suddenly started speaking your language?
I gathered, when lecturing in english on a unit of study called 'regional voices' that london ducks quack at higher decibels than country ducks - because of the background hum.
How interesting! It makes sense though 🤗🙏
fun fact
Absolutely!
I’d love to hear an owl with an“Southern drawl.” That would be a hoot!