My Fourth of July holiday began so sweetly!
I woke up about 4:30 a.m. and I remembered I needed to refresh the hummingbird feeders. It was perfect timing since all the birds were
asleep . . . or so I thought. I stepped outside and was surprised to hear
a Mockingbird singing; not a quick song, not a chirp, but singing his little
heart out. I actually had to put my hand over my mouth to keep from
laughing. He was SO loud and it was just the sweetest song. He was
perched on the roof of the house next door on an old TV antenna. A lot of
birds perch up there, but it had become this little guy's stage.
I went
hiking and ran my errands and got home about 10:00 a.m. and he was still
singing. I managed to snap the picture of him below—not a good one, he was
either singing or doing a sweet little flying/aerial display and did not sit
still for long. I'm unclear as to whom he was performing for, but I’d
like to think he was doing it for me :)
I think you are correct! I think little Evan (yes, I have named him) knows I wake up early and decides to serenade me on my way out each day. and he somehow knows when I get home and starts singing again. It's a great way to start the day, I cannot help but smile :)
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