August 10th 2011 Tim Candler
Mockingbirds have returned from
their annual conference, or maybe their holiday. It's about a week
they are gone. And in the end their absence is perhaps just a
shyness, a sense of "did I really say that." But I would like to
think it's the Grand Pooh-Bah of Mockingbirds that calls them to an
Eisteddfod of singing and poems to fresh up purpose before autumn time
and the battles for winter territory.
They are not like us.
They don't just pay the winner, fill his refrigerator and send him to live
in a gated community. Indeed no one's quite certain which Mockingbird
the grand Pooh-Bah is. So I guess it's a democracy of each each man
for himself that Mockingbird's have. Some in my own species believe we
too could be like them. Others incline to the idea that when we last
tried to be like Mockingbirds it was called the dark Ages. But who really