If you're willing to accept that there is a genre that consists of vocal evocations of animals, then you might also be willing accept that the first 30 seconds or so of Bobby McFerrin's Blackbird represents one of the more ambitious entries in that genre. But where does one start, before arriving at such an intricate and rehearsed series of sounds? Well, with the basics, presented here by a 17-month-old Cleo, whose earnest repertoire, often available on request, now includes idiosyncratic renditions of cows, cats, mules, sheep, ducks, elephants, and:
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