Mockingbird

This morning as I watched my dogs, a mockingbird flew onto a fence post in my Mom’s back yard. It proceeded to sing for about five minutes, rarely repeating the same sound. I began to whistle and to attempt to mimic some of the sounds that I heard, but my repertoire was far limited compared to the little creature that was entertaining me. As I made my sounds, the bird began to preen and fluff its feathers while singing its heart out. The thought occurred to me that perhaps I was witnessing the equivalent of a person singing in the shower. It continued to entertain me until Greta finally saw the bird and bounded toward it. Off it abruptly flew, ending this brief serenade on a beautiful morning in the late winter sun.

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