Between summer and fall, the birds at Two Mile Ranch discover their voices and begin calling. I’ve written about young pheasants, and I still hear them call from the habitat in the mornings and during the day. The turkeys gobble when I call Zinger, or when Zinger barks. The Chinese geese honk when anyone pulls in the drive, and at times, I can get an echo chorus from breed to breed if I yell or call. I feel like an elementary school choir director as each flock struggles to fine their own pitch and key.
But the missing sound has been the morning crow of a rooster. Several of the meat chickens were male, and just beginning to mature enough to have some crowing like sounds. This morning, the Ameraucna rooster who hatched in late July began crowing. I think he’s come close a few times earlier this month, but it was a real
“cock a doodle doo”as we Americans were taught when we were kids.
Which in it self is interesting. Our words for the sound of a rooster’s crow is five syllables. Other languages, it is 4 syllables:
(Hat tip and source: http://keithhendershot.blogspot.com/2008/01/cock-doodle-doo-in-40-languages.html )
This time of year, there is a magic 3 minutes around sunset and the sun falls behind the hill to the west and lights up the hill to the east behind the cabin.