Mockingbirds

I love mockingbirds. I love their elegant lack of color - black and gray and white - and their slim shapes, their long cocked tail, their quick stride. I love listening to a virtuoso mocker running through his repertoire of twenty or more songs. I love the way they leap and tumble on the grass, flashing their wings. I love the way they chase bigger birds - and win. And I love the way they can make a tree sound filled with song. Here's one in the early morning, singing, and one in the late afternoon, eating dinner.