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capri0mniIt's just the start of Autumn. It's also still dark enough outside that the streetlamps are still on.
And yet, I hear a mockingbird, somewhere close -- sounds like he (?) might be in the holly tree just outside my office window.*
He's "Scrolling through" his repertoire of different bird calls -- loudly. But, unlike the "Let me show off my skills & endurance" songs that mockingbirds perform in the spring, this one has no quality that I would consider "Musical." And besides, I can't remember ever hearing any mockingbird call like that after early June.
... And, in the time it's taken me to type this, it's gone quiet, and the streetlamps have gone out.
Still, I hope everything's okay for my feathery neighbors.
*The berries, are full size, now. And are turning a darker shade of green. Before long, they'll be truly red, and ready for their Christmas card closeups.
And yet, I hear a mockingbird, somewhere close -- sounds like he (?) might be in the holly tree just outside my office window.*
He's "Scrolling through" his repertoire of different bird calls -- loudly. But, unlike the "Let me show off my skills & endurance" songs that mockingbirds perform in the spring, this one has no quality that I would consider "Musical." And besides, I can't remember ever hearing any mockingbird call like that after early June.
... And, in the time it's taken me to type this, it's gone quiet, and the streetlamps have gone out.
Still, I hope everything's okay for my feathery neighbors.
*The berries, are full size, now. And are turning a darker shade of green. Before long, they'll be truly red, and ready for their Christmas card closeups.
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Date: 2015-09-29 10:08 pm (UTC)