I’ve always liked Mockingbirds – from as far back as I can remember I admired them and enjoyed their company.
Their attire is nondescript, even drab in comparison to a Cardinal or Bluebird and yet in a manner of speaking they are the Pavarottis of the bird world.
Gregarious, territorial, and willing to take on just about anything including humans if territory or a nest is perceived to be threatened – equally as willing to sit nearby in a favored perch going through their repertoire for a grandfather dozing in his chair or children playing beneath them.
From the first faint glimmer of daylight to the last they are announcing their presence in song, and their antics can be comical at times.
I don’t know what level of awareness Mockingbirds have, if they understand the value of life or have a sense of their own mortality for it is man in the apex of his arrogance who declares that such is his domain and his alone.
I don’t value the life of a pampered lapdog or a bird more than I do that of a child or fellow human being, yet I understand the connectivity of life on this planet and say all life has value.
I believe that in a way perhaps not easily understood we are all diminished when a single note of Mockingbirds song is lost.
Millions if not billions of birds lose their lives annually as the result of unnatural causes like pesticides and being struck by cars – something a lot of people may not even think about, yet the passing of this Mockingbird has not gone unnoticed.
We all have a song to sing and in the singing we should understand our lifespan is not infinite, that a time will come when our voice is silenced – in that awareness we should understand and value the connectivity of life.