When I’m working, I sit right next to a window with a view of the backyard, including my henhouse. The hens are amusing in their own right, but today, it’s wild birds who are hampering my productivity.
If I were a better photographer, I could show you a picture of two mockingbirds engaged in a skreeeeing chase through the foliage, but instead, here’s one coming in for a landing on the henhouse:
It looks dark, but that’s just the shadows plus my deficiencies as a photographer and the fact that I’m using a phone to take the shot. It’s definitely a mockingbird. And here’s a mama cardinal playing spectator at that same spot moments later:
I’m not sure what her role is in the mockingbird dust-up, if any. It doesn’t seem to take much to set mockingbirds off.
When I was a kid, I watched a pair of them dive and swoop on our poor old fat black-and-white cat, Mr. Mitten, causing him to cower under the car until they finally lost interest. Mockingbirds are the Irish of the avian world.
Please feel free to discuss birds, ethnic stereotypes or whatever else interests you today.