Mockingbird

A mockingbird lives in the neighbor’s Bradford pear. Earlier in the spring, mockingbird was defending territory. One way he did this was by attacking his reflection in the windshield of the cars parked on the cul-de-sac.
The other morning around 3:00 AM, he began his song with a new tune – the car-alarm ba-n-n, ba-n-n, ba-n-n, ba-n-n, whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop, whee-a-oom, whee-a-oom,whee-a-oom, whee-a-oom.
My wife remarked that this bird starts his multi-tune mockingbird song at midnight and indeed last night right at the stroke of midnight he began the song.
Almost 30 years ago, my wife and I had an apartment in Newton Upper Falls, MA next to a restaurant-bar. When we tried to sleep late on Saturday morning, a trash truck would back into the restaurant parking lot with the beep-beep-beep of backup warning. This would be followed by clanking chains, clunk of metal, rev-ing engine, and crash of hundreds of beer bottles into the the metal bed of the trash truck.
One morning, I heard the beep-beep-beep and waited for the crash, the beep-beep-beep again, and still no crash. I looked out the window to see a mockingbird on the fence between us and the parking log, singing the backup song.

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