Behold the Northern Mockingbird. You can identify him by his long, dark tail feathers, gray body and white stripes across his wings when he unfolds them. Even when you can’t see him, you will know he’s there when you hear the calls of a dozen or more birds sung in rapid succession from a singular source at one of the topmost parts of the tallest tree for hours at a time. A wondrous feat of which some are not enamored, especially since this singing can oftentimes start at midnight and go well into the wee hours of the morning. i have a few living in my immediate area, so believe ne when I say that the mockingbird is relentless.
Speaking of relentless…
These birds are fucking crazy and I’m not just saying that because of the audible mockery. They are actual brutal defenders of their territory, the likes of which I have seldom seen (but, I’m also sheltered). I saw my local mockingbird chase a squirrel throughout my yard and across the street, endlessly dive-bombing the poor rodent until he was able to get his fluffy tail tucked under an Elephant Ear Hosta. This was not a one-time occurrence, either. How did that squirrel offend? I do not know.
The mockingbird (who I think I should actually name) attacks the usual suspects, too. Robins do not stand a chance. He will go right for them, screeching like a banshee as he heads at them, beak first into a puff of brown and gray feathers. The robins do not stand a chance, but they put up a decent fight. They always end up separating and no one gets hurt, apparently coming to a new understanding of one another.
I even saw a mockingbird chase a trio of crows from a nearby rooftop. Each crow was easily three to four times the size of the little gray ogre, but you’d be damned wrong if you bet any crow flicked him away like a sparrow. Nope, those crows flew away, mockingbird in tow, cawing as they fled the scene of whatever crime they had committed.
So, you’re probably asking – “What is the point of this post?”. None. None at all. It was just what I was thinking at the time.