“Common swift – highly uncertain”
says my newest app to identify birds from their singing. I’ve tried to use the app for a number of times now, but without satisfying results. There are so many variables to take into account: traffic – mostly -, people talking in the office, or me feeling like I shouldn’t getting distracted at work and not daring looking on my phone for a couple of minutes. And of course, birds deciding to stop singing exactly when I start recording them.
To me, it is somehow strange to learn bird names in another language. It’s the same with flower names I suppose: they just feel so foreign, empty shells of sound without meaning. Although somewhere in my head there is a meaning for them, and memories, impressions and thoughts. Just not in this language.
Later today, I’d feel memories of common swifts would become distant, diluted by time and by the heaviness of the summer heat wave. I wonder if they are still outside, the cheerful common swifts. But we closed the blinds and the ventilator’s on and, besides my own tiredness and my fingers wandering on the keyboard, I can’t hear anything else.
heimdimension 