He'd show up for the Big Sit in mid-October, thrill our friends, hang around for a little while, then disappear until around Easter, when he'd set up territory in the side and back yard. Oh how I loved that little sparrow.
I'd photograph him through the bedroom window, singing in the crape myrtle by the fishpond. This is Easter, 2013.
With his snow-white cap, throat, primaries and tail feathers, and his pale pink bill and legs, he was a showstopper. Leucistic birds are sometimes called "partial albinos." They have a patchy expression of albinism. Sometimes they're dilute and pale overall, but more often they have scattered white patches like Luke did.
I felt so blessed to call him my friend and neighbor. How lucky can you get, to have a bird like this singing in your yard for three years?
What a cutie Luke was. I think he knew how special he was. Toward the end of his stay on Indigo Hill, I could call, Luuuuke!! and he'd pop up in the prairie meadow, as if he knew I needed to see him.
Last summer I noticed that one of my resident song sparrow's songs was very distinctive. Now, a song sparrow has a whole collection of songs that he mixes and matches throughout his day. They are all similar in pattern but not in pitch or notes. This song type was a doozy!
I loved hearing this bird all throughout the spring and summer of 2017. He left in the fall and I heard him no more. I was trying very hard to sleep in earlier this month when my subconscious took note that Alpha Bits had returned and was singing his distinctive little song outside my bedroom window--at 5:45 AM! I awoke and sat straight up with a big smile on my face. AlphaBits!! You're back!
Here's how he sounds. This video was taken at dawn, March 24, 2018. You can't see him, but you can sure hear him!
This bird sings the first six notes of The Alphabet Song. A B C D E F ... It's so melodic, it's uncanny. No wonder we call them song sparrows!
He's not Luke, but he's beautiful all the same.
I love more than anything connecting with the special birds and animals who share my habitat. I love knowing that I have the same song sparrow as was here the year before. I am constantly looking and listening for the distinguishing features of each creature I meet.
Sometimes, the distinguishing feature is only in the song.
ZICK ALERT: TODAY, Thursday, March 29: I'll be telling the story of the WV snowy owl who dominated my blog just before last Christmas. I've distilled more than 1500 words and 160 photos into a gripping narrative. There's a lot of who'd'a thunk it stuff about snowy owls, too, courtesy Project SNOWstorm and a special guest photographer. 7 pm, Campus Martius Museum, 2nd and Washington Streets, Marietta, Ohio, March 28, 2018. I rarely get to speak locally so I'm very excited to see who shows up! Thank you!!
3 comments:
What a great post. I never even knew we could tell birds by their songs, although I do have to relearn bird songs when I change locations since they often have different dialects. And I'm losing my hearing so can''t hear parts or all of some bird songs but still love the ones I can still hear.
Wish I could come, but from West Central Michigan, it would be quite a commute!-Anita.
Hi Julie, I recently read your book Baby Birds and I was so impressed! Your artwork is absolutely beautiful and your writing shows how strongly you care about the birds. I worked at a wildlife rehab center last year, and your drawings had so much life in them that at times I felt like I was back with the babies I took care of.
This is all to say that I just found your blog and already sense the same tone of love and caring in your words here. Keep up your amazing work!
Rebecca
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