The Native Cry of the Mockingbird
Monday, April 9, 2012 at 6:01AM | by
Otter
I was up late, and I dreamed, for reasons that are unclear, about a so-so sit-com, “How I Met Your Mother.” (I’ve seen one episode. I have a limited appreciation for hook-up humor these days. Been there, done that. Evidently it made more of an impact than I thought, though, as it showed up deep in sleep, where the dreamer is a god. Shame. Shame for dreaming in re-runs.)
After three hours of sleep I woke up in the dark to the sound of a mockingbird imitating sparrows and jays in rapid succession.
Last Friday I swear I heard one imitating a car-alarm.
Strange bird, but not rara avis (the rare bird, which, by the way, is the term Juvenal uses to describe the black swan).
The Mayans tell a tale in which the poor mockingbird hides in a hollow tree and sings for the rich cardinal’s daughter to justify her singing lessons taken from the blackbird. It’s Cyrano de Bergerac. It’s Singing in the Rain.
But the mockingbird as I know her really doesn’t work that way: the mockingbird steals a voice instead of giving a voice. This fascinates me: now the big question is, what is the mockingbird’s native cry like?
She’s common, is the mockingbird, but wonderful, knowing the songs of all the birds in her zip-code. A mimic. Evolutionary biologists tell us that mimicry is a survival technique, masking one from predators, giving the illusion that one is part of a larger, more stable group.
But this morning I woke from “How I Met Your Mother” dreams, and read until just before dawn, listening to Cyrano de Birdgerac speaking for the jays, wondering what the mockingbird says when the mockingbird is alone and has no-one to mimic and nobody there to listen. I have sometimes wondered whether the mockingbird isn’t sure if it’s imitating itself or not.
I’m not sure I’d know the mockingbird’s native cry when I heard it: some truths you have to live with a while to recognize.
A bird has to keep some secrets for herself, no doubt.





