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How many birds whistle out of tune?
Well, at least one that I know of and it is my fault.
Angel, my cockatiel is blessed with a nice set of lungs, loves to whistle and she harmonizes with tunes from television shows, singing old time favorites like Andy Griffith and Popeye the Sailor Man.
Her collection includes various noises, like whistling for the dog, whistling at pretty girls, and a rather obnoxious sound she makes after I blow my nose.
She greets me every morning with ‘what cha doing,” and loves for me to stand outside her cage so she can sing for me.
Recently, I took it upon myself to teach her a new song.
Usually, my husband is the master whistler who passes on the gift of music to the bird as he‘s a very talented musician and singer.
But with my own love for singing, I was compelled to give it a try.
So the next morning, Angel greeted me with the proverbial, “What cha doing?”
I answered, “I’m making coffee.”
Then, I broke out in song in the kitchen, humming the new chorus, “Lord, you are more precious than silver, Lord, you are more costly than gold, Lord you are more beautiful than diamonds, and nothing I desire compares with you.”
I can’t whistle, so Angel was exposed to a new form of music, humming, as I alternated verses between sips of coffee.
Day after day, morning after morning, I hummed, over and over….until finally after a couple of weeks, Angel repeated the notes.
A sour sound echoed from her bird cage, as Angel broke into a whistle, an out of tune squeal, one that was pretty close to the original sound of the chorus, but not quite.
She had mastered the first three notes, and it seemed she was stuck in the same spot, as she repeated them.
Okay, so her song needed a little work, and I was prepared to help her work out the kinks, so I tried to whistle, squeaking out a little sound, hoping to improve her harmony.
She did try to please me, and the song became one of her newest and most favorite, as she whistled it whenever I walked into the room.
On some days, I hummed, on others I whistled and on other days, I attempted to just sing the words for her.
No one had particularly listened to Angel’s new whistle until one afternoon.
She was in rare form singing the chorus out of tune, note by note.
My husband commented, “So you’ve been singing to Angel, I see.”
“What, what makes you say that?” I asked.
“Don’t you think I’ve heard you singing to her? It has a most familiar ring. She sounds like you.”
No matter how much I desire to sing, to have a voice like my husband, it has been confirmed, once again that my musical gift of singing is best honed in the safety of my own kitchen.
I’ve found a singing partner and she never worries if I sing out of tune, because her only desire is to please me.
Sometimes it’s important to remember, the lyrics of a heart can’t be measured by mere sounds, and when things seem off key, try humming, whistling or singing. - it just might be music to your ears!
Besides God looks at the heart, and a heart living for Him can always give way to a new song!
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