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The Bird Whisperer

Updated on July 28, 2016
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Deborah is a writer, healer, and teacher. Her goal is to help people live their best lives everyday by sharing her joy and love of life.

Gulls will eat almost anything


The secret language of birds

Walking through the parking lot of the grocery, the sound of gulls squawking filled my ears. Midsummer, hot and windy, the sound was not foreign, but unusually persistent. I assumed a flock of gulls to be arguing over the latest breakfast trash, left in the lot by overnight truckers.

Although we live in Wyoming, far from any sizable body of water, gulls are constantly circling overhead, searching out picnics, fast food trash, and overfull garbage dumpsters. They squawk angrily at each other as they compete for the tastiest morsel of leftover refuse.

On this particular day, as I approached our car, I realized only one gull perched on a post nearby. The noise came from our car, where my (former) husband stood by, conversing with the gull. They carried on quite a conversation until I approached, then the gull flew off. No other shoppers seemed to notice the chatter between the two, and I hid my surprise.

He has a way with birds.

Magpies are thought to be magical creatures


The magical magpie

On several different occasions, hiking in the woods with our dogs, he began cawing loudly at a group of magpies in the trees. The magpies followed along our journey, confused by the two legged creature who seemed to know their language. I realized then that I married a bird whisperer. Well, maybe not a whisperer. Definitely a bird talker.

He has always claimed an affinity for the magpie. With its blue and black iridescent markings, the bird, although common, is quite beautiful.

Native American's and energy workers venerate the magpie as having magical qualities, due to the nature of the feathers. They reflect light, sometimes appearing blue and black, sometimes seeming to reflect greens, reds and other beautiful colors.

A juvenile robin


Robin comes to roost

And so it continues. He shrieks at hawks, and they respond. Circling overhead, they scree back to him, until the hawk soars on. He speaks to the eagles nested near the river. Blackbirds hiding in the willows call to him, following us on walks, as he answers back.

Last summer, he spoke with the chickadee's in our garden. They sat above the wild roses, chattering back and forth with him for hours. The doves on the power line coo back, when he addresses them.

We have even come up with names for some of our regular visitors. Doug the dove sits on the line. He can't believe a human is speaking his language. Soon his wife joins him, wondering why he is out so late. Doug explains that humans are speaking dove. She sits, listening on the line. Then with a frustrated coo, she takes off, warning Doug that he needs to come home, and stop messing with the humans. At least that's how it seemed from the back patio.

The greatest of all was a young robin one summer, who lived in the bushes around our patio. My bird talker sat outside, chirping to that baby bird all summer.

The following spring, we saw the first robin, returning to the area. My husband the bird talker went out and began the distinct call of the robin. The bird not only answered him, but hopped closer and they conversed briefly. My husband returned smiling, and announced that our baby robin had come home to roost. The robin spent the summer, near the patio, chattering with my husband, seeming unafraid.

Other Birds of Southwest Wyoming

One of the most popular birds to observe in early spring is the Sandhill Crane. These majestic birds migrate through southwest Wyoming, and can be seen near water. In the spring, mated pairs, along with their babies can be observed in fields, eating bugs, frogs and whatever else they can find. The cranes have distinct long legs, and beautiful red/orange markings on the head. The call of the sandhill crane is a beautiful sound, much like the a deep trumpeting sound. The cranes can be heard for great distances.

I usually hear the mournful call of the crane in the very early morning, and again at dusk. It is a haunting and beautiful sound.

Sandhill Cranes

Pam Perry on the Sandhill Crane and Fate of MN Loons
Pam Perry on the Sandhill Crane and Fate of MN Loons | Source

Sandhill Crane call


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      cosette 7 years ago

      that Starling is a beautiful bird. really cool hub Deborah.

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      Deborah Demander 7 years ago from First Wyoming, then THE WORLD

      Hey MFB, thanks for reading. I do occasionally adorn myself with feathers and hide in the bushes, just to keep things interesting.

      And world traveler, I would love to hear about your bird experience. It is fascinating.

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      World-Traveler 7 years ago from USA

      I enjoyed your story about birds. I used to raise, train, and fly racing homing pigeons competively. Birds are an amazing part of our life.

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      MFB III 7 years ago from United States

      I spend some time myself talking to all the different birds in my neigborhood, matching my whistles to their chirps, and they answer back, often in sequence to what I whistle, and they always come closer and closer as I keep whistling.

      perhaps the are seeking an E-harmony mate or something in the birdbrain that recognizes my whistles as an invite. So your husband is not wierd, he is just attuned to nature like me. Of course if her runs off with a lady dressed in a big bird should worry...LOL~~~MFB III

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      Peggy Woods 7 years ago from Houston, Texas

      He must be a sensitive soul to relate to the birds like that. Does he also have a special relationship with other animals?

      So you have no squirrels! We are over-run with them!

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      Deborah Demander 7 years ago from First Wyoming, then THE WORLD

      Maybe they think you are making fun of them. Strangely, this is the only place I have ever lived where there are no squirrels. Weird.

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      Micky Dee 7 years ago

      Great story! I feed my birds and squirrels. I try to speak to them. I mimic their sounds. They ignore me. They act as though I will eat them. They poop on my car.

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      Deborah Demander 7 years ago from First Wyoming, then THE WORLD

      Thank you Lynda. I am lucky to be married to such a awesome man. Thank you for reading.


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      lmmartin 7 years ago from Alberta and Florida

      How lovely. There are those among us who can relate and connect to the wild species around us -- and I envy them -- and you, for being able to share your husband's unique gift. Thanks for sharing this wonderful story. Lynda