Each day, especially in the early mornings, I will walk to the side of my backyard to get a good angle at the sunflower garden. There is a bit of a rise at the corner of the fence near the remaining giant water oak. As I stand up a bit, I capture some of the best landscape shots of my blossoming sunflower garden.
I'm not sure why this morning was a little different. Perhaps it is my maternal, nurturing instinct that made me walk towards the back of the property along the tree line of crepe myrtles. Then, my eyes were directed to the ground. Oh my! I couldn't believe my eyes.
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| Baby Mockingbird RIP : June 9, 2014 8:40am |
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| Baby Mockingbird RIP : June 9, 2014 8:40am |
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| Baby Mockingbird RIP : June 9, 2014 8:40am |
After a bit of examining the baby bird, I could see the flies were already clued in. An especially odd looking green one was comfortably attached to the body. I came inside and got a small shovel for digging. Next to where I found the body, I started to dig a deep hole. I picked up the dead bird with the shovel and set it into the deep hole. Then, I covered it with the dirt and tamped it down. RIP baby mockingbird!


