For the last four years, Mr. R. and I have lived in an ‘equestrian area’. It’s not uncommon to see a cowboy come riding past on the sidewalk in front of the house. It also happens to be a bird sanctuary. We have tons of wild birds from egrets to blue herons to sandhill cranes. Every lot out here is at least an acre and a half and many people keep critters of various sizes. There are horses, obviously, plus chickens, peacocks, goats, and hoards of cats and dogs.
Our neighbor across the street keeps chickens and goats. We currently have a landshark and two cats. I’d like to have chickens and a giraffe, but that’s a post for another day. The good thing about all these critters is that most of them have the common decency to quiet down at night.
Enter an insomniac mockingbird. Mr. R.’s work schedule has him returning to the old homestead after midnight every night. Last night as I went out to meet him when he backed into the driveway after work I was astounded to hear a deliriously happy mockingbird just chirping his little head off. It was a cheerful little song.
But it was headed toward one o’clock in the morning. Even the roosters know when enough’s enough. I laughed, knowing that I didn’t have to get up in the morning. It did cross my mind, however. Do you suppose Harper Lee is looking for her next new book?