Mimicking in Mimico

I like birds, Ms J. I've discovered a fondness for them as I've grown older. When I was a boy, Dad would point out a bird and patiently urge me to stop and look at it. But I wasn't interested.

"Yeah, Dad. A bird."

"Not just a bird," he'd say. "It's a grackle. Look at his pretty head."

"Yeah. Pretty head. Throw the frisbee, Dad."

This morning, I heard the unmistakable song of a red-winged blackbird. He was nearby. When I located the source of the sound, I saw not a blackbird, but a mockingbird. How odd it was to hear a blackbird's song coming from something other than a blackbird! He stopped for a moment and then began again, this time as a cardinal. After a bit, he changed his tune again and sounded for all the world like a robin. I was mesmerized, Ms J!

At home here just now, I searched the internet for mockingbirds and stumbled upon this:



The Lyre Bird. Absolutely amazing!

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