Hooray for little baby poppy sprouts!
I saw two mourning doves in a yard down the street on my way to church this morning, and I saw a mockingbird in our neighborhood, too. That’s the second mockingbird I’ve seen in as many days. Michael pointed one out yesterday morning while we were on the trail. It was kind of funny, because we were talking about birds we liked, and they mentioned that they really love mockingbirds and mourning doves. This morning, in the span of maybe 30 seconds, I saw both.
Michael likes mockingbirds for their songs.
They’re nice to listen to, but they’re not great to have if you’re looking for diversity. We had a particularly ornery one that used to sit on a fence at our house in Belleville and chase away all the sparrows and starlings that tried to eat the berries that fell off our next-door neighbor’s juniper.
What’s exciting in your world this afternoon?
“Then from the neighboring thicket the mockingbird, wildest of singers, Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o’er the water. Shook from his little throat such floods of delirious music, That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed silent to listen.”
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow