The Evening Chorus

As anyone who comes around here regularly knows, Friday is my day to relax and share with everyone pictures of the animals I love so much.

If you happen to have the a route that you walk frequently at the same time of day, perhaps you find yourself walking past the same animals all the time. There’s a church on my way to the local grocery store and on the sign in front, there are often Northern Mockingbirds singing. A the risk of anthropomorphizing them, I love these little birds who appear to be so proud of their dull gray plumage. Yesterday, I brought my camera to the church in hopes of photographing them. I must have gone too early because the weren’t there. However, this evening, on my way home carrying a load of groceries, I saw them. So I hurried home and came back  with my camera hoping they would pose for me in during the “magic hour.”

Sure enough, these vain little fellows know that that’s the most flattering light.

I leaned against a street sign to keep out of the way of the pedestrians who had little interest in the performance. The bird saw my interest and flew closer, landing on top of the street sign. Apparently, he thinks this is his best angle.

I noticed that I was not the only music lover in attendance.

An American Robin tried to get in on the act.

But the vain Mockingbird was not to be out done. He grabbed the spotlight.

Finally, as the sun set, I headed home.