It's been a long time since I saw a Mockingbird.
So there he is and there I am. He is in a tangle of branches and I am trying to get some half-way decent shots. I begin to respect those intrepid wildlife photographers who wait for hours, sometimes days, to get that one perfect shot. I didn't want much, just the sight of a berry in the bird's beak. You wouldn't think that was too much to ask would you Mr. Mockingbird?
Apparently it was for I waited and waited and waited, and waited, and so did he - for me to go away. I had my camera trained on that little bird for a long time. I had seen him picking off several berries and swallow them in a split second. Surely I could capture that? No, I couldn't! I have more respect for the wildlife photographer who would have the patience to wait him out. But the more I looked the more he looked at me. For one brief moment my glance diverted in another direction, and as quick as a flash I saw that berry picked and just as quickly disappear. I asked if he was taunting me and I think I saw him smile.
"Adopt the pace of nature, her secret is patience." You are a smart man Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Bye-bye Mr. Mockingbird, maybe next time.
Yep, he's smiling!