When I was young, I used to be able to mimic a dog whistle. I discovered that if I blew air just right between my top teeth and bottom lip, I could make the sound. It’s that high-pitched whistle that only dogs are supposed to be able to hear, but I could just hear it. I already had a dog whistle to help train my Samoyed dog Queen. You could blow it to produce a lower audible pitch, then turn a knob which would drive the pitch up out of range; so I recognized the sound a dog whistle made right at the edge of human hearing. It was a subtle thing, and inconspicuous; it didn’t take much effort to produce. It’s a hard sound to locate, so it helped me pass the time in High School classes watching other students frown and look around for the source of that annoying noise. I don’t know if I ever told anyone about my talent. After a few years though, that talent faded and I went on to other things; my dog-whistle career over. Fast forward to now though. Walking in the woods the other day with my fancy new birding ears headset on, enjoying all the bird and bug sounds I have been missing for all these years, I suddenly thought of that dog-whistle sound. Could it be? I gave it a try. Yes! All these years I thought the dog-whistle was gone, it was *me* that was gone! I still have it!