Northern Mockingbird, March 20, 2024. Happiness day.
I notice I walk by certain birds.I rarely pause to observe or photograph Northern Mockingbirds. Not today. Like a crow's caw cutting through my thoughts, this one sang many different melodies. I stopped as if invited to a personal concert. The songs were for another - probably a female nearby.
From another view, they were also for me, just like any person we pass or flower we see is for our delight in this gift of the day we wake to.
