I love singing, but never managed to make a place in a choir. So perhaps that’s why I can relate to the little bird that I can hear singing this morning. He tries so hard, bless him, singing his little tune. It’s quite a dull, monotonous sound, but he remains undaunted & continues to work his way through the repetitive piece. I wonder if that’s what makes him shy, staying hidden from view, embarrassed to sit boldly close by as a robin might?
I first heard a chiff chaff sing many years ago while we were staying at a Cornish woodland estate. This little bird sang it’s heart out. To me it sounded like a bird that was learning to sing, one that hadn’t quite got it right. I had no idea what it was, so I simply called it my trainee bird! Now every spring I like to listen out for my “trainee bird”. He never disappoints, each spring he arrives & is somewhere nearby – singing in his slow, plodding manner. If there was a prize for effort & enthusiasm we would both be prize winners, but somehow I can’t see either of us being awarded the starring role as soloist!