He would hang around the backyard whenever we were out there. Whether we were cutting the grass, planting something, or just walking around, - he was there. Filling the bird feeders, watering the plants - he was there. Every time we were in the yard there he was. Watching us.

     “There’s Mocky.” or “There’s the Mock.” Marilyn would say. Those were our pet names for the Mockingbird. We enjoyed watching him chase other birds out of his territory. He would claim a ...


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