Mocking birds, I’ve decided, are the car alarms of the bird world: loud, repetitive and annoying as all get-out, especially when they’re parked outside your window at 4:00 in the morning. Actually, now that I think about it, what they most closely resemble are drunks — singing at the top of their lungs, every single melody they’ve ever heard, one after the other after the other.
MORE THAN A FEELING…MORE THAN A FEELING…ISN’T IT SOMETHING!!!
TALL AND TAN AND YOUNG AND LOVELY THE GIRL FROM IPANEMA GOES WALKING…
OH SAY CAN YOU SEEEEE…BY THE DAWN’S EARLY LIGHT!!!
HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIIIDE…I MUST HAVE CALLED A THOUSAND TIIIIIIMES…
DA-DA-DA DAAAAA…DA-DA-DA DAAAAA!!
SWING LOW, SWEET CHARIOT, COMIN’ FOR TO CARRY ME HOME!!!
To think that when I first moved to the (nominal) South, I thought they were charming! Those days are long over, though speaking as an occasional birdwatcher, the Louisville area abounds in up-high wildlife. I’m told it’s because of the Ohio River, which is a mile across by the time it gets here. Those wide waters provide year-round hunting opportunities for birds, particularly fish-hunting birds, including many species you don’t otherwise see in the Midwest: peregrine falcons, yellow crested night herons, osprey, harriers, and just about every kind of hawk you can imagine.
I’m looking for them more than usual in these Corona days, as I have extra time to stare up at the sky. Day before yesterday I happened to look up from the alleyway, where I saw one of the above pictured fellows, looping lazily about a hundred feet over my head.
What a sight that bright white head and brilliant tail made in the morning light! One of those is that what I think it is?? Yes it is!! moments. I think it was sizing up my neighbor’s cat. It’s a fat and (I guess) appetizing thing. Whatever the case, the bird soon drifted off in the direction of the river, where I’m told several mating pairs nest.
I’ve only seen one other bald eagle since we moved here, some 16 years ago now. But my bet is that I’ve missed dozens doing similar lazy loops, because, quite simply, I’ve never looked up.