This evening, we had one “Mocker” sitting so perfectly in the neighbor’s tree, that the Moon was behind the bird and the last rays of the Sun were reflecting in an orange-red shade on its feathers. The Mockingbird sang a song about Spring, warmth, sunshine, mating and probably a couple lines about the rising Moon. I just hope for him, he’s not the Bachelor, that sits in a nearby tree and sings this very same song from 2:30 – 4:00 every morning.
Early May, Kevin told me that a couple of Mockingbirds were building a nest in our Photinia. After we cut the bush back to a tree, it seems to attract birds to build nest in it again. (There was a Cardinal nest earlier in the year. But a critter must have gotten to the eggs. The shells were scattered under the Photinia shortly after Mrs. Cardinal laid them.) Over the weeks, I watched the mockers come to their nest. First they checked on their eggs, and then they brought worms and bugs to the baby bird nursery. I always liked it, when the adult birds picked up these pesky June bugs out of my yard. That’s a few less fat bugs buzzing around my head, when I want to have a drink on my porch in the evenings.
Today, I heard a lot of cheeping in my frontyard. Chewbacca must have heard it, too. He looked out the front door. And there was Mr. and Mrs. Mockingbird causing a ruckus, because the cat sat by the door. That got my attention. I walked out on the front porch. Hm, no noisy little cheep. The adult Mockingbirds watched every move I made in the frontyard. Still nothing! In this heat, I decided it was better to go back into the house. A little bit later, I heard a high-pitched “Cheeeep, cheeeep, cheeeep”, again. This time, the adult bird flew over to the Texas Sage. I went outside, looked in the bush and saw a precious little fluff ball. Awww, it’s a beautiful little fledgling. Since the Northern Mockingbird is the Texas State Bird, I have to be very careful around it. But this little guy/girl made my heart melt.
Sara walked into the door, after I picked her up from school this afternoon. When I came around the car, a mockingbird sat on the bird feeder and stared at Chewbacca. The cat sat inside behind the storm door. But he could care less, that the bird watched him from a short distance. And the mockingbird didn’t mind, me being so close. I talked to the bird: “I’m getting a birdie treat ready, with seeds and peanut butter. If you want, you can visit the backyard. I know, it’s cold. And a nice peanut butter snack would keep you warm at night.” I don’t know, if the this bird has noticed the food. But I saw a couple of mockingbirds eating in the backyard.