I got home yesterday evening and the house was FILLED with birdsong. I thought that there was one that had gotten into the house and was squawking to get out.
I didn’t see anything inside, so I went out onto the back porch. Ah, there’s the problem.
This guy’s sitting on the edge of the chimney and the sound is coming down the flue and echoing through the house.
But now I’ve made the mistake of coming into his back yard, and this action must be challenged!
Well, I’ve got a few thoughts about who’s back yard it truly is, so I took a step or two in his direction…
Time to go into camouflage mode! You can’t see me here!!
Gotta love mockingbirds…