Jazzbird

A bird that i could not see but only hear - for so long. A musician, who improvises like a great jazz player. I would listen for as long as she was near, sometimes every few days. One time i saw her yellow beak, like a myna, but only glimpses of a light brown frame. I counted, how many different calls before a repeat - 10! Unlike any bird - there is no call and response. Independent and free, it seemed that she was the only one. For a year i tried to get a view. Then, one day, tap-tap ---tap -tap on a back window. What the - i wondered. Lifting the curtain, it was hard to believe, the jazz bird - and -her fluttering daughter. Looking -saying look- showing her pride, hopping from branch to branch. The baffled...wonderment - why is she here -does she want food. I left some - she did not eat. Again the next couple days, the tapping and looking.  She must hear music coming from here all the time, and feels a kindred spirit. What kind of bird is this. I went to another island and was told - maybe a Japanese thrush. Looking it up, i see a resemblance to the female, missing the yellow beak and i didn't see the spots. The variations could be because these islands, which are the farthest from any continental land mass, have the most(or nearly most) endemic species. Listening to their songs, there is some connection. I was too busy looking in her eyes, when she came today (or her daughter), to check her markings. I heard them both a while ago. I had saved this post with only the title for a while. Reminder - write this down - she said.
 Like the magic of spirit through nature - that surrounds us all - and one of the most creative singers in the world. Signs that your difficult time will pass. Once - on a walk 3 mi. away, coming up the hill, one followed. I whistled out something and she followed, singing,  for a while till she came to the tree right across and i came closer - a sensitive soul. A terribly wonderful world...