|March 20th 2009
Yesterday I thought the close Mockingbird had formed a pair. I saw him purring
and gently chasing her with his repertoire. Today he is rumpled and
alone and she is nowhere to be seen.
or his father or his grandfather have dominated the close territory for
some years. The wife and I have shared his clans victories and
defeats. We remember him especially because we watched him leap and
chatter one early summer and then after a storm we found his child dead in
the wreckage of a fallen branch.
So we are
inclined to coo encouragement at him, help him to chase Blue Jays and
he obliges us by considering us friendly.
Yesterday I did notice that his new friend was nervous of
me. She gave me that questioning eye, which is transient and
illusive and wild. I think she distrusted the location.
I have tried to apologize to the close Mockingbird for bringing the
neighborhood into disrepute, but the understanding we have does not