By Susan Milius
To make a basic point, let’s stroll into an alternative universe where song sparrows sound a little unusual. It’s spring, and a young male perched on top of a shrub is belting out, “The hills are alive with the sound of music. . . .” When he finishes, the older male who owns the territory sings the same verse. The youngster switches to “Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. . . .” No, this isn’t friendly homage to old musicals. It’s war, and the youngster isn’t doing well. In the next round, it abandons Broadway, does some quick rap tunes, and flees.
Back in our universe, song sparrows do spar musically, although with chirps and trills rather than words. This competitive singing settles many challenges without birds’ resorting to pecking and dive-bombing each other.