My Favourite Bird, the Mockingbird
I've always felt comforted hearing this lonely bird singing his love songs in the wee hours before sunrise, both when I lived alone/was married to Leti in Yanush, and now here in Poteau.
It's an Indian thing to respect birds: Eagles, Crows, Hawks- and to try to learn their speech~ When one does learn it, truly that opens up another world, fascinating to explore
Add owls and doves and mockingbirds to that list, because I understand all their signals and their calls; in that, I am really blessed by GOD.
But my favourite is the lowly mockingbird. His nonsense is hysterical to me.
He is the Barney Fife, he's Cosmo Kramer, he/she is the Ethel Mertz of the bird world.
I have woke up from a deep sleep so many times, hearing the warbling, the jing-jangling of a mockingbird, outside my open windows, & then lain there, listening to him call for his lover, or proudly express that he's found food or a water source, or simply heralding the new day's beginning- ,
all full of hope, excitement and anticipation.
Birds acknowledge GOD every day,
because they know
that GOD IS.