Well ... that's pretty cool.
They've evolved. It's interesting to see Sparrows have picked up a few notes a long the way .... I suppose they hear other bird songs and like their brethren the Blue Jays ... they have picked up a few notes and have evolved musically.
Good article and site there Sweet P ... thanks for sharing.
I have owned canary's in the past and canary's have a certain song they sing and stick to ... but when Molting time comes its a time for their little brains to evolve and you can let them learn new notes. Canary's can't sing for almost 4 months when molting, molting takes so much out of them they are physically unable to peep a single note. Since they are not well enough to sing for a few months, you can teach them new songs by playing them a variety of music, their little brains start to record new notes in their head.
So from September to December I play rock and roll, opera or classical music, blues, jazz Soul and some country and western each day for months and then I'm amazed when my little feathered friend starts singing gradually and then belts out some new notes and tunes when he's feeling healthy and beautiful again.
It's amazing what we learn and can teach our fine feathered friends.
Thank you for your informative response, Mr. P.❤️️ I had no idea that you could bond so deeply with your canaries, like that.
From what I have gleaned from my readings on wild birdsong, it is often the young males passing into maturity who develop new songs, and need to rehearse their notes several times to get it right. As the head of your canaries' flock, you were giving the molting birb(s), some new songs to work on, and was energetically accepted, when the time was right!
There are times when J. and I think about all of the changes we saw in Sweetheart parakeet (including learning her new name, from "Buddy") after she came to live with us -- from loving the routines that gave her caged life more meaning -- like enjoying my morning sits with her, next to her cage, and saying, "Good morning, Sweetheart" before I began my day. (In fact, it is because of this morning address, that her name became changed to Sweetheart.)
In the early days of Sweetheart's union with our little family of J. and myself, she was terribly anxious if either one of us came near her cage, but eventually she welcomed our physical closeness, and gave us clear body language which television shows were her favourites. She also seemed curious as to what I would be wearing each day -- preferring prints with tropical green leaves and bright florals over a plain navy blue hoodie that I might be wearing -- but this connection with fashion was not important to her when it came to J.'s outer coverage -- it was definitely a "girl thing" between Sweetheart and me.
Just as I had my greeting with Sweetheart, "Good Morning, Sweetheart" -- J. would enter the living room, and say in his deep, talking-to-doggy-voice, "Who's a good girl?" and this would prompt her to come to the side of the cage, and give J. a kiss on his bearded chin as he leaned in. Sometimes, if she was in the mood, she would preen his beard a little, too.
This delighted J. to no end, because as he explained to me, all of his previous parakeet pets, knew "Kiss Kiss" and would give him a kiss, when communicated this phrase. Sweetheart just decided to respond to a different "song" to give J. his muchly-anticipated "Kiss Kiss" and I found all of this wholly endearing.