A couple of weeks go I was rushing from place to place on a frantic search for warblers. Now the peak of spring migration has passed and we are entering the nesting season.
This past Saturday I was down at the shore intending to look for shorebirds. Instead, I found myself sitting on a tree stump watching fledgling mockingbirds trying to get their sea legs (or bird legs) under them.
I think Summer birding calls for a slower pace and watching young mockingbirds in training was a perfect way to slow things down.
It was a treat to see these innocent young mockingbirds humbly begging for food knowing they will soon become bold, brash adults belting out songs from their mockingbird jukebox selection of tunes.