Every time that I hear a high pitched whistle, I think of the Rocky Mountain Marmot. Marmot is like a big squirrel crossed with a gopher. She and her pack live in the higher altitudes of the Rocky Mountains, up and down the west coast of North America.
Marmot is very shy. However, if she thinks that she can trust you, she and her babies will come as close as they dare, and then whistle for a handout. Marmot has a variety of whistles. Each whistle, like the words in English, have a different meaning.
The evening whistle is my favourite. It sounds of running through the rocks, scrounging for food, and of the smell of lichen and spruce and fir trees. It sings of successes and satisfaction. Most of all, it sings of freedom to be a Marmot.
The whistles that Marmot makes remind me that not all of nature has been subdued and bullied into being a servant to man. Good job, Marmot.
Blessings.
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Blessings,
Judy