The Catbird

What changed wasn't the sound. It was my understanding.

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The Catbird

The night was calm, the air was cool, and my window was open. A gentle breeze drifted through the room as I settled into sleep.

Then I heard it.

A high-pitched cry.

I startled awake and reached for my phone. It was 1:00 a.m.

For a moment, I wondered if I had been dreaming. Then I heard it again.

And again.

It sounded like a little girl crying somewhere outside.

Still groggy, I got out of bed, opened the window wider, and peered into the darkness. I scanned the street, looking for any sign of a child.

I saw nothing.

Then the cry came again.

Concerned that someone might need help, I called 911.

“Hello,” I said. “I hear someone who sounds like a little girl crying on the street. I can’t see anyone.”

The dispatcher asked a few questions.

“How long has this been going on?”

“Five minutes or so,” I replied.

Just then the sound came again.

“There it is,” I said, putting the phone on speaker. “Can you hear it?”

“Yes,” the dispatcher replied. “We’ll send a police car right away.”

Within minutes, I watched from my window as a police car slowly rolled up and down my street. A short time later, my doorbell rang.

I hurried downstairs.

“We don’t see anyone,” the officer said. “If you hear the child again, call us back.”

I thanked them and closed the door.

That night, I didn’t sleep well.

I kept thinking about the cry. I worried that someone might need help. I wondered if there was a child somewhere nearby who hadn’t been found.

The next evening, I once again left my window open.

I settled into bed, pulled up the covers, and began to relax.

Then I heard it.

The same high-pitched cry.

This time, however, I was fully awake.

Instead of rushing to the window, I reached for my phone and opened my bird identification app.

I had recently become interested in learning more about the birds around me. It seemed like a long shot, but I wondered if perhaps the sound wasn’t coming from a child at all.

A few moments later, the app suggested a match.

Catbird.

I stared at the screen.

A catbird?

Curious, I clicked on the image.

There it was…a tiny, adorable bird.

I couldn’t believe something so small could make a sound that had convinced me a child was crying outside my window.

I played the sample recording.

It was right there!

The exact same sound.

The mysterious crying child I had worried about.

The sound that had brought police officers to my neighborhood.

The sound that had kept me awake.

It was a bird.

I laughed.

I called 911 on a catbird.

A few days later, I was walking around a nearby lake with a friend when I heard the familiar cry again.

This time, I stopped and smiled.

“There it is,” I said.

I opened the app, identified the bird, and began telling the story of my late-night emergency call.

We both laughed.

But as we continued walking, I found myself thinking about how differently I experienced the exact same sound.

The first night, it startled me.

The second night, it intrigued me.

A few days later, it made me smile.

The sound itself never changed.

What changed was my understanding of it.

Now when I hear the catbird outside my window, I no longer startle.

I smile.

Sometimes I laugh.

I find myself wondering what the police officers would have thought if they knew they were searching for a bird instead of a child.

Yet beneath the humor, I realize there is something deeper.

Noises have a way of inviting us or startling us.

A sudden sound in the dark can become a source of fear. A familiar sound can become a source of comfort. Often, it is not the sound itself that creates the experience. It is our perception of it.

One night, I heard fear.

The next night, I heard a catbird.

Today, I hear a reminder.

How often do we react to what we think is happening rather than what is actually happening?

How often do we create stories based on incomplete information?

How often do we allow assumptions to shape our emotions before we pause long enough to become curious?

The cry outside my window taught me something unexpected.

Curiosity has a way of changing our relationship with the world.

When we become curious, we gather information. We look closer. We ask questions. We remain open to the possibility that there may be more to the story than we first imagined.

Sometimes what frightens us is not a threat at all.

Sometimes what seems mysterious becomes understandable.

Sometimes what keeps us awake at night turns into a story we laugh about later.

And sometimes a catbird becomes a teacher.

The next time I hear that familiar cry drifting through the darkness, I know exactly what it is.

A bird.

A memory.

And a reminder that understanding can transform fear into wonder.

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Imagine this song as Catbird. I love it as Blackbird. It felt apropos.

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Author’s Note

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With Gratitude-

Chellie 🩷

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