Catbird Calling

I walked to the nearby pond this morning before the heat of the day really got going. I sat on my favorite bench and looked out on the water to see if any interesting birds would fly by. A blue heron did, but I did not have time to catch it with my camera. I began to circle the pond, and a Catbird came by, her call easily recognizable. The last few times I have walked around the pond a Catbird has called out and flown along with me as I walked. The first time it happened I assumed I was near a nest and she was trying to lead me away. It happened again a few days later, but this time in a different area of the pond. Today she appeared again, coming very close and once again sitting in a branch in a tree above me, but now in a different area from the first two times. She sang her meow and I answered her back. We sang back and forth a few more times and I continued to walk, but she flew to another branch and followed me down the path a bit until she flew across the pond.catbird1shadowbranch

My love of birds comes from my father, an avid bird watcher. As a young child I went on hikes with him and his bird watching group. He taught me how to identify different birds, and  I can remember his ability to hear a call and identify the type of bird that was making it, both singing back and forth to each other. He would then hold up his binoculars to get a closer look. I was suddenly struck by this reminder, thinking of my father and now tying this together with this Catbird that has been coming around. I believe that the people who are no longer with us are still alive within us, within our memory, present in the things that remind us of them. I can’t say that I believe in reincarnation, but I do believe that there is a spiritual presence that may show itself to us in different forms. Sound crazy? Maybe, but I find it comforting to think that maybe this Catbird was somehow connected to my father, now gone for 10 years next month. Connected as a reminder, connected as a messenger, whatever, it made me smile. I smiled to think of him, to silently thank him for giving me this gift of love of nature, for feeling close to him once again in that moment. I called out a meow to the Catbird and continued on the trail.


13 thoughts on “Catbird Calling

  1. The pictures are so beautiful, DM, especially the last one. Your story made it even more beautifully. We see it as a sign too 🙂 I was curious about the catburd, so I youtoubed it and he does sound like me…and I like to climb in trees… I wonder who was here first…that’s the question 😀 Pawkisses 🙂 ❤


    • I think it would be you that was here first, and how wonderful to have a bird named after you! It can be confusing when walking on the trail & you think you hear a cat- but look up and see it is a bird! 🙂

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  2. This was such a great read! I have never heard of a Catbird but I think is wonderful that you two had such a great conversation. The spiritual connection is very strong, Lisa–not crazy at all! That last photo is beautiful.


    • Thanks Lois- their chirp really sounds like a cat- it can be very disconcerting! I found a photo editing site that I am enjoying exploring all the different editing tools for effects- that’s how I did that last photo


  3. Great memory of birding with your dad, Lisa. My father loved watching the birds out of the sliding glass doors of our kitchen, and alway made sure I kept the feeders full so they came to our yard, which was backed by woods. And I love bird watching because of it, but I can’t say I’m as knowledgeble as you. I know Orioles and Blue Jays and Cardinals. Oh, wait, those are the major-league baseball teams. 🙂


  4. It sounds definitely not crazy… whatever it is the special catbird- moment you shared with me was beautiful :o) I loved it to watch birds and to identify them, sadly my grampy wasn’t an expert and mostly he had no clue what bird we saw or heard, so he gave them crazy names and I really thought he knows all things on earth… till I came to school and all kids screamed with laughter as I informed them about the drunk finch and the canarius flatulencious… :o)


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