In the mixed sounds of the countryside and gardens that I hear every day, I can distinguish the sounds of which wild birds create the high and low tones, joy, sadness, and longing... of the natural world . I especially love the call of the dove.
Birds are gifts from nature. In this vast and wonderful natural world, if one day there were no birds, how remote would the wild world become?
In the mixed sounds of the countryside and gardens that I hear every day, I can distinguish the sounds of which wild birds create the high and low tones, joy, sadness, and longing... of the natural world. I especially love the call of the dove.
The call of the dove, this type of bird from the countryside, has a simple, rustic, peaceful tone, sounding like nostalgia for the countryside, urging people to return to their childhood, reminding them of the feeling of being away from home.
My hometown is near the sea, nestled on a long riverbank running towards the estuary.
Perhaps the salty taste of salt, the sweetness of sediment, the brackish taste of water changing seasons have formed the timbre of the doves' call here. Especially when hearing the doves' call through the garden.
Wild birds, including the dove (a type of dove that sings beautifully) are gifts from nature (Illustration from the Internet).
The familiar turtledove often stands on the tall coconut tree on the other side of my fence. It is indeed a handsome male turtledove.
He crows in intervals, clearly and rhythmically, occasionally cooing very gently but full of personality to assert his territory from the gaze of other male doves approaching.
This male dove has been around for the past two years, when I often return to my hometown, and it often appears on the top of that old coconut tree on the other side of the fence in the corner of my neighbor's coconut garden.
He crowed very diligently, each time he crowed exactly three times, "cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo, then he bowed his head and hummed, turning around in circles, looking very majestic like a "lord" who ruled the coconut garden on the other side of my house's fence.
Every morning when I wake up and drink tea on the stone table and chairs placed in front of the porch, a few minutes later, the dove appears on the familiar coconut tree and crows peacefully in the early morning mist that has not yet cleared.
At noon, as I sat writing by the window, I heard the dove cooing again.
In the afternoon, when the sun shines through the fence, I also see the familiar dove perched on a tall coconut tree in the other corner of the garden, crowing to signal the passing of a day.
The turtledove never crows at night. Unlike the duck that lives somewhere in the garden, it keeps calling all the time, whether it is afternoon, noon, early morning or just after nightfall.
The duck calls its friend, its mournful cry echoing far and wide. But the male dove only crows peacefully, intimately, recalling a distant time, like an echoing song, a nostalgic love, a warm, happy home waiting for someone to return.
Source: https://danviet.vn/vi-sao-trong-36-thu-chim-hot-hay-vo-so-nguoi-lai-me-nhu-dieu-do-loai-chim-cu-gay-cu-cuom-nay-20250221171721265.htm
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