I get a real kick out of watching Mockingbirds and their newly fledged babies. They are so fun to watch.

He would sit in my neighbors tree, and sing all night, when everything was quiet. Loudly. You could hear him from blocks away.

We called him Johnny Cash.

Kind of sad, but I love to hear them. I had one in my back yard for years that made some of the most unusual sounds. Sometimes he sounded like a rusty hinge.