It's quieter in the morning these days, meaning that many of us are no longer being jolted awake by the exuberant bird song that burst forth in early summer just before dawn. Male birds who were singing in May and June to carve out territories and appeal to females have gone largely quiet as they hustle to meet the demands of nesting season.
Most birds nest only once a year, putting all their eggs in one basket, so to speak. Birds like chickadees, orioles and blue jays spend midsummer dashing around, feeding and guarding their fledglings.
They may not be singing courtship songs, but they still can be vocal. Indeed, there's no bird louder than a parent blue jay when it senses danger is nearby. The decibels rise to ear-splitting levels as jays shriek and swoop at cats, foxes or hawks. Many other birds also can be very vociferous about lurking predators, spitting out short calls that signal danger.
Twice the work
However, some birds raise two broods (some even three), and these are the ones singing merrily away in the middle of summer. Double-nesters include house wrens, still chortling their liquid notes, cardinals chanting "cheer, cheer, cheer," and bluebirds issuing their whispery burble. The minute their first nest is empty, these birds engage in a quick courtship period, then build and fill a new nest with eggs to start brood No. 2.
A familiar "double nester" is the American robin, a big thrush that takes no time off during breeding season. As soon as the first spotty-breasted brood jumps out into the world, the female begins refurbishing her old nest or starting a new one. Soon four blue eggs cover the nest floor, and while Mom handles incubation duties, Dad feeds the first brood, dashing among begging juveniles, offering insects and worms. (It's no wonder that robins look so ragged by the end of the summer.)
Several weeks out of the nest, young male robins begin spending a great deal of time practicing the robin song, sometimes as early as 4 a.m. They have a template for their species' song in their heads, but their practice screeches and shouts are initially a far cry from their father's lovely warble.
Woodland sounds