Some time ago, a family member asked me why I call my son Baby Bird on my blog. They had assumed it was because we liked birds.
We do like birds. We like birds a lot. In college and other cities I have lived, I actually birded.
Birding means you get up at 4-5 am and go out into the forest to listen for birds. (cue nerd jokes here) I actively participated in local birding groups and Christmas Bird Counts. I was even a witness at seeing a White-Winged Scoter in Central Illinois (this is FAR out of its normal range) hanging out with a bunch of small Green-Winged Teals. Quite a comical scene.
Then we moved. Birds, like humans, have different dialects and Northern Flickers (a common type of woodpecker all over the US) in one area do not sound the same as Northern Flickers in another.
I haven't birded much lately, if at all, but I can't blame only dialect. My Baby Bird takes up large amounts of my time which are not conducive to learning new bird sounds. He is also not particularly prone to being quiet and hence, scares nice birdies away.
Anyway, what does this have to do with my Baby Bird?
Ever since he was a baby, he opened his mouth very wide to signify he was hungry ...
just like baby birds...