Friday June 20th 2014 Tim
I have to say that the Close Mockingbird is no longer
with us. I'd like to think it was old age that took him. I'd like
to think he sang one last song from his Privet, then died peacefully.
His remains scattered now across the ground he knew so well, and maybe
bits of him are over there in Central Time, carried there by something
gentle, I hope. I know for certain that he did have children, and
was absolutely horrible to them when time came for them to build
their own empires. And I do know that as he aged he became cantankerous
and stubborn, and I think probably he was getting a little short sighted
when it came to recognizing girl Mockingbirds.
guess surviving the cold of last winter was his final
challenge. But however much that cold might have addled his
thoughts, he did feel the warmth of a blue sky on his
feathers, he did see the full flower of Spring, he enjoyed
the blossom in his Cherry Tree, he caught the scent of
Honeysuckle, he had his chance to give Yellow Chat
something to talk about before the curtains closed upon him.
I'd say he was about eight years old, which is middle age
for a Mockingbird. The front Porch is kind of empty without
him and there are Downy Woodpecker in his two Maple Trees,
but even though I learnt so much from him, admired him
greatly, found peace in his company, I don't have the heart
to chase them off.