On many mornings, I walk to our neighborhood library to pick up a book. While much of the neighborhood is residential, in front of the library there is a major six-lane road that is constantly streaming with cars.
A couple of days ago, I noticed a mockingbird perched at the very top of a tree in front of the library, and only a few yards from the rushing traffic below. It was singing the most beautiful song, nearly imperceptible above the roar of the cars and trucks. Were it not for its song, I would not even have looked up and noticed this plucky little bird. (more…)