Japanese Bush Warbler - Songs

Songs

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    You can download the clip or download a player to play the clip in your browser. Pi pi pi... kekyo kekyo Hooo- hoke'kyo Hoohokekyo. Young Japanese Bush Warblers do not initially perform the "hoohokekyo" song skillfully, but gradually learn to sing by imitating others in the vicinity.
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    You can download the clip or download a player to play the clip in your browser. Hooo- hokekyo, hooo- hokekyo. The songs of two Japanese Bush Warblers are recorded here on a single file.
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    You can download the clip or download a player to play the clip in your browser. Hoohokekyo
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    You can download the clip or download a player to play the clip in your browser. Hoohokekyo
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    You can download the clip or download a player to play the clip in your browser. Hoohokekyo

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