Mockingbirds are common as dirt in the South (five southern states name them as their state bird), but they have always amused and delighted me.
These birds can learn short snippets of songs, each of which they repeat several times before moving on to the next one. They not only mimic other birds, they repeat the sounds of insects and amphibians.
We have one this year who seems ever-present. I think he (I believe it is a male, because the literature says the males are the more aggressive singers) and his mate must have a nest somewhere in our yard. He seems to sing all day and much of the night. Most of the time, he perches somewhere on our roof or on the weathervane, and just sings his heart out.
No matter what I’m doing or thinking about, no matter how much stress I’m under or how big a hurry I’m in, when I hear our mockingbird, I break into a grin. He makes me remember that there is always something worth singing about.
From Psalm 30: You have turned my mourning into dancing; you have taken off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, so that my soul may praise you and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks to you forever.
© Melissa Bane Sevier, 2010