{"id":10760,"date":"2017-04-15T16:46:04","date_gmt":"2017-04-15T23:46:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/birdaz.com\/blog\/?p=10760"},"modified":"2020-06-20T11:53:18","modified_gmt":"2020-06-20T15:53:18","slug":"edme-edme","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/birdaz.com\/blog\/2017\/04\/15\/edme-edme\/","title":{"rendered":"Edme, Edme!"},"content":{"rendered":"

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In the first volume of his natural history of the birds, Buffon tells a funny story:<\/p>\n

While I was sleeping one night in one of the old towers of the chateau of Montbard, a little before daybreak, at three in the morning, a little owl landed on the windowsill of my room, and woke me up with its call “heme, edme.” As I listened to this voice, which struck me as the more interesting given that it was so near, I heard one of my servants, who was sleeping in the room below mine, open the window, and deceived by the owl’s clearly articulated “edme,” he answered the bird: Who is down there, my name isn’t Edme, my name is Pierre! This servant actually believed that it was a person calling out, so similar is the voice of the owl to the voice of the human, and so distinctly does it say the word.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

\"Montbard\"<\/a><\/p>\n

One more reason — as if one were needed — to look forward to our next Birds and Art tour of Burgundy<\/a>.<\/p>\n