Nestled on Music

When two birds made a nest on our outdoor speaker, we wondered what would happen if we serenaded them with sound.  Would music change the trajectory of their babies' lives?

   If we played Bach and Beethoven to the eggs, would the birds have hatched with more intelligence?  If we had played Dolly Parton, would they have sang with a twang in their tweets?  If we had played the great hair bands, would the birds have been born with no self-care and consequently let their feathers grow wild? 

If we had played Keith Green, would the birds have died young in a crash?   If we had played Chicago, would the birds have grown up with messy relationships and have a hard time saying they're sorry?

If we had played Elvis, would the birds have swiveled their hips in flight and worn a coiffed updo?   If we had played Abba, would the birds have been bilingual in Swedish?

The worst of it is that we will never know what might have been, because we left the outdoor speaker off for our dance parties, and the five eggs hatched rather uneventfully.   The five baby birds are nearly grown.  Soon they will leave their first home, the nest on our patio speaker. 

They will fly away blissfully ignorant of how a human's music could have sung them to sleep and woken them in the morning.  Instead the hushed speaker let them hear each note imparted by their parents.  As they flutter from the nest, they will sing the sweet music intended just for them.