On Being Serenaded
As I sat at the computer this morning unaware of everything but what I was reading, I suddenly realized I was hearing *songs of the wild*. Some bird was Serenading me outside. The bird would go from one quick song to another and then another. In my mind I thought that it must be a Mockingbird, whose songs I really could listen to all day long. I Hesitated getting up to search for the bird thru my glass sliding door because I never seem to find the whoever I am looking for.
This time was different! I actually found him (her) on top of the Bald Cypress right in front of my apartment. Grabbed my camera and took a shot. It was cloudy and I thought I might only get a dark outline but I was surprised once again when the photo came out!
I didn’t see the bird leave so did not see the Mockingbirds telltale white spots under it’s wings. Nor have I ever seen a speckle chested Mockingbird so I was unsure if it was one or not.
First I googled Southern Mockingbirds and when I finally found one with a speckled chest I searched the site it came from and found out it’s a Bahama Mockingbird. Who knew? duh.
Anyway I was delighted he sang for me and I hope he comes back! I don’t know why Mockingbirds don’t see to come to the trees surrounding the pond but they don’t. The only small birds to come to them are the Winter Warblers and Blackbirds. The Warbler is fun to listen to his little “teet, teet,” but the Blackbirds don’t have a pleasing song.
…and it only took me 4 years to get a photo of the Mockingbird!