the sweet keen of mockingbirds

[threeplusfire]

Yesterday I followed a bluejay, hopping across the grass. It's wing had been broken, perhaps by a cat. I felt sad that I could not catch it, fix it. Though birds seem more prone to shame, and they so often die just from our touch.

Today it's the mockingbirds, in pairs on the top of the metal fence round the pool. It's empty out there, just the calm sound of the fountain rushing by.

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[ex-candles994.livejournal.com]

I've been watching birds lately too. We had a blue jay nest in our rhododendron bush in front of the front window. The babies have since hatched and I've seen them from time to time in the grass. Though of course I stay at a suitable distance. The mother watches and squawks if I get too close. :)