This morning’s Wonderful Thing I found in the garden was not precisely IN the garden, but I thought since his song filled the garden, he would still qualify.
Mocking birds get up at dawn and sing all day. They don’t exactly have a song of their own, they imitate every song they’ve ever heard and just sing them one after another. I once searched for a lost baby kitten for twenty minutes before I realized it was a mockingbird mewing; he had heard that sound and added it to his repertoire.
As a morning person, I love mockingbirds.
My daughter, who is not a morning person, has been heard to say, “Don’t those birds ever SHUT UP?” “What?” I answer, “Listen to him. The mocking bird sings beautifully.”
“That’s not singing, that’s mocking-and he’s mocking ME because I worked late last night, ” says daughter, pulling the pillow over her head.
Cranky old materialists say he is spouting threats to keep other birds away. That’s one way to look at it. I say he is announcing, “I am here. I am alive. I have a family and I will protect them.”
Mocking bird singing