“No; we have been as usual asking the wrong question. It does not matter a hoot what the mockingbird on the chimney is singing. The real and proper question is: Why is it beautiful?”
Bertrand Russell (English Logician and Philosopher 1872-1970)
TIME: 10:19 AM
PLACE: Back yard
SUBJECT: Mockingbird
I took Oreo out this morning and lordy, was it hot again. I stood in the shade of the nut tree that my dad planted for me. While I stood there, I heard a mockingbird and looked around to see if I could spot him. There he was, at the tippy top of our pine tree. The pine is taller than our 2-story house, so he was waaay up there. He was singing beautifully and lucky for me, stayed there while I ran back inside and grabbed my little camera. He even sang a bit while I took pictures.
3 comments:
Great picture! I don't think I've ever heard a mockingbird.
great captured! I also never heard a and about mockingbird(s)
I'd be a little worried this guy might poop on me while I was composing the shot. :)
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