We great danes, Stellar and Venus love our night-time crates. They’re warm and snugly and just for us. We hear sounds of birds when we wake. One of them keeps going. The same sounds. Over and over again. It’s ok. We see them fly over us in the day time. I wish we could catch them but we can only bark.
Me-Each morning a repetitive cry rises from the trees. It has five notes. It continues for a couple of hours. It signifies the early, rainy months of each year. What is it? The black francolin is about the size of a chicken. In spring, it calls for a mate, sometimes all day when the breeding season arrives. It’s plaintive call repeats itself. It doesn’t give up. It’s black and grey belly plumage doesn’t stand out when flying over our house in flocks but once it has found a mate it sticks with her. Persistence and constancy win. Maybe such a humble creature is a good role model for humans.