I was listening to a Reed warbler singing its magical song yesterday when, surprisingly, it popped up to the top of a stem to bellow even louder. And then another bird appeared in the reeds nearby, and then two more flew in, followed quickly by yet another. As I stayed motionless, this delightful family of two adults and three fledglings flitted around in the reeds, feeding, being fed, and singing.
After watching, spellbound, for about 5 minutes, I was just about to walk on when in flew a female Reed bunting, her beak stuffed full of moth, no doubt a snack for her offspring hidden in a nest somewhere amongst the reeds. What a magical slice of life that reed bed contains!
Having read your post I went to the RSPB site to listen to a reed-warbler. Now I can imagine it ‘shouting’. A VERY varied vocabulary but in the RSPB clip at least, not exactly singings!
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Maybe we could think of it as jaunty jazz as opposed to a soothing ballad? 🙂
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What an amazing experience! Thanks for sharing it (and of course more generally for all your posts)
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Thanks. It was wonderful. Glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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