Mockingbirds will sing for you

Please, won’t you, tell me a story
Oklahoma dust in your eyes
Please, won’t you speak of the glory
Hidden beyond
How little we knew of it
Mockingbirds will sing for you
Your song at dawn’s view
I hear them all through the night
You changed a piece of my life
Mockingbird sing me a tune
I was thinking about you and how
You changed a piece of my life


Everybody have you heard the Mockingbirds are back?

This sweet little baby is outside my window in the rose bushes chirping and calling for his momma. Momma is a tough bird, she flew over to him, fed him and put her head down and pushed him and he fluttered his wings. Thus begins learning how to fly.
Being a momma isn’t easy, it’s hard to know sometimes when to push and when to let them fend for themselves, it’s a tricky thing. I wish I was more like this momma bird.

This is the second baby it’s on the outside of the bushes so it’s hard to get a good clear photo of it. I have a front row seat from my window. Something interesting, I cut my rose bushes back this year so I wouldn’t have babies, but it seems they found the one place I didn’t prune. The momma knows I’m there because she came up to my window looked right at me and made the noise she makes to warn me. 🙂 I smiled and decided to leave her to her mothering. 🙂 Happy Saturday, may it be a chipper and chirpy as mine. Ha

Sunny (4 photos)

This is Sunny the bald eagle. He had a broken wing and the Oklahoma Wildlife people fixed him up only problem was Sunny wasn’t leaving. He still can’t fly, I think I know exactly how Sunny feels.  I think Sunny was listening to me because I could tell by the way he turned his head sideways to hear me. Great bird!

See he turned his head sideways. I think he understood me. 😄😂

I think Sunny was finished listening because he turned his back. Such a beautiful bird!