Tuesday January 10th 2012 Tim
I am beginning to believe
the Close Mockingbird has realigned his allegiances No longer is
the Alatus his center of preoccupation. Those red berries too withered
and dried up when put beside this years crop from Privet, which here is
an ornamental, not hedging. It blooms beautifully around the same
time as Lilly of the Valley in other gardens I have worked for. Call it
sometime in May, I think.
Yet in the morning the Close Mockingbird
still likes to start his day with a chirp or two from the Alatus. From there
he'll watch the sun rise, a moment of peace, I guess. His equivalent to
coffee or a cigarette. Then it's off on his rounds, which this winter reach
considerably further than I thought possible. Around nine o'clock,
he's right over there where the lane turns. A minute later he's
dusting Cardinals off Privet behind the kitchen.