Whistle Bird (Creature Thoughts Mar/Apr ’26)

I miss you, my Whistle Bird. You made a hard choice all those years ago, and although it wasn’t the option I’d selected for you at the time, I’m so glad you stayed.

And will stay, forever in my heart.

Fly Free, my darling Stars

Stars, the Amazing Starling, has gone beyond. Farewell, my special friend, my little teacher, my communicator, my Mommy’s Bird. June 26th, 2008 – July 15th, 2018

The Truth About Starlings

Not long ago, I was watching an episode of a DVR-recorded television show in the den. The television is near our large aviary. Stars likes to sit on a high rope perch, where she can look down at the screen. An email came through on my cell phone, so I paused the playback for a few minutes to tend to it.

Stars, began to chatter. She started with, “Hi, Hi, Hello, Hi.” After each greeting, I absentmindedly responded in kind. Finally, sounding quite insistent and even frustrated, she blurted out, “I see to Mommy’s TV!”

Apparently she was growing impatient that I had paused her show. I pressed Play, and she happily returned to watching the program.