Those of you who know me know I love birds. I am a bird person. I am a birder. I bird.
Every night at about 11pm, a mockinbird begins to sing in our yard, right outside the bedroom window. Weâ€™ve named him â€œJeffersonâ€.
Jefferson T. Mockingbird.
When he begins his nightly ritual, itâ€™s sort of pleasant.
Chirpity chirpity chirpity chirpity WEEEP WEEEP WEEEP WEEEP WEEEP doodleoodle doodleoodle doodleoodle doodleoodle chipchipchipchipchipchipchip
â€œHey listen, thereâ€™s Jefferson!â€
The thing is, he doesnâ€™t stop. Until SIX IN THE MORNING.
Most likely heâ€™s an unmated male. So heâ€™s cruising. Heâ€™s looking for his lady love. A little late night mockingbird action.
If someone knows a bachelorette mockingbird in the Bay Area, can you please send her our way?