I stopped for a quick glance out the door and there s/he was, my sweet guardian mockingbird, perched on a branch of the crape myrtle just at the curve of the front path. The sight was so pretty I grabbed the camera and made my way (gingerly) out the front door, hoping against hope to capture a photograph before spooking the little creature. All the while that bird sat right there, looking at me as if s/he had been waiting for me a long, long time.
Hey there, friend I said. Haven’t seen you in a while.
And that mockingbird commenced to singing like nobody’s business.
I click click clicked. Then I made my way around to the bird’s left side for an even better view.
A pretty pose and that was that—a happy, happy moment brought right to my front door, thanks to my guardian mockingbird.
30 Days of Grace III