I am being watched while working in my backyard. You always know when it happens. I put my tools on the ground, turn around and there is the onlooker, 2 meters away in the bushes. A Robin. I’d love to be able to tell them apart, but to me they are all the same with their beautiful red-orangy feather and big black eyes. I subtly bribe them with seeds, fruits and dried worms that I leave on the trees and ground and in return enjoy their lovely song throughout the day
Without much consideration, I start tweeting the first tune that crosses my mind. The robin turns his little head on one side, then another. He looks worried. I continue tweeting and changing the tones as they occur to me. I am trying to sound as similar as the robins’ song sounds to me.