I wonder why I find Mockingbirds in trouble so often. Is it due to the large numbers of them in my area or do I notice what most people overlook? Is it their super-charged behavior that puts them in danger?
A car whizzed by while I approached the baby. Can’t people see what’s going on? Without hesitation, I stood in the middle of the road, raised my arm in a confident, professional manner and stopped traffic.
So there I was with a camera dangling around my neck, trying to catch a frightened baby Mockingbird. Have you ever seen a young child bending over with outstretched arms to catch a runaway toad? That was me, and a short 53 year-old-woman wearing too-long capris and clunky sandals is definitely caricature-worthy. The spirited youngster had me bending, reaching, and zigzagging all over the road for at least a minute which is enough time to make some folks in the line of stopped traffic laugh like hyenas or curse under their breath. No matter. I had a job to do.
Now. Stay out of the road!
You can easily read contempt on its little face.
I would have taken more photos of the Mockingbird parents screaming and giving me the evil-eye, but I had to allow traffic back into the community. I waved them on without looking at the faces in the five car back-up. A one or two minute hold-up could make some busy corporate folks feel a little road rage, you know. I did catch a glimpse of an older Latino man who was first in the line of traffic. He smiled and gave me a thumbs-up. Nice. On the way to the car I held my head high.