Imagine that you are singing a principal role in “Aida” for the Canadian Opera Company. You perform at your best and rush to read the reviews on-line the next morning. You read this: A thin, squeaky, wheezy series of notes, easily overlooked.
That is how the Peterson Guide describes the song of the Blue-gray Gnatcatcher. We encountered one today busily gathering lichens and spider webs to decorate its two-inch cup-shaped nest.
The songs I have not sung to you
Will wake me in the night
And hover in the dark like birds
Whose wings are tipped with light. – Jessie Rittenhouse