Gathering material . . .
A couple of weeks ago, reading in the living room, I heard a crow cawing loudly and angrily. I turned to look out the window and found a mockingbird sailing to the lawn, not a crow anywhere in sight.
Last week, I parked under one of the bright parking lot lights when I got to campus. As I got out of the car, retrieving my bags and books, I heard a chorus of birds welcoming the coming dawn. The longer I listened, however, I began to realize no two birds were calling at once. Sure enough, there on top of the lamppost sat a mockingbird, singing his heart out, offering me an exclusive spring-time concert. I wonder if he was the same one on the roof that day we stared each other eye to eye . . .