Name Calling

Isn't it nice when someone knows your name?

Occasionally, when Don is entering his office, a friend will pull up,

 power down the car window, and call out his name.  

The other day, as he arrived at work, he heard a voice he didn't recognize calling, 

"Don, Don!".  It sounded like someone in distress.  

Don looked around the parking lot quickly, but didn't see anyone, 

until, glancing at a nearby fence he saw the source of the mystery. 

A mockingbird was perched there, calling his name.

Trying to be the helpful, friendly guy he always is, 

Don inquired, "Is there something I can do for you?  

The bird, apparently deciding there had been enough small talk, took wing. 

"Was it something I said?" Don asked, but the only reply was a distant call...

"Don! Don!"

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Weekly Top Shot

Persistance Pays?

A sudden shower had come and gone, 

cooling the heat of the afternoon, when I stopped at the lake to view the sky.

To my delight, a red-tailed hawk soared in and landed on a nearby telephone pole.  

As I watched, it became apparent that not everyone was as pleased to see it as I was. 

 Out of nowhere, 

a mockingbird swooped down at the hawk and passed within inches with claws extended.

  It rested on the telephone wire for a moment before renewing its attack.

The hawk preened itself, studiously ignoring the little dive bomber...

...but the harassment continued. 

Just when it seemed the mockingbird would surely tire of its mission,

a light seemed to dawn in the hawk's brain.

"I could leave!"

And so it did.  The mockingbird was hot on its tail when it disappeared from sight.

Soon, the fearless mockingbird could return to claim the top of the pole as its very own.

Oops!

Nature abhors a vacuum.

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and My Sunday Best

June Morning

Morning.  From my vantage point, early sun highlights the tree trunks.  Wild canaries' twitters overlays the pervasive song of the cicadas.  A new day, what a gift!  Breathe deeply, if you can, smile at someone you love, and if you're so inclined, write a poem about June and send it as a comment.  Here are 2 of mine:

Winds whisper in the trees
Mockingbirds sing melodies
Life's sweetest strains are songs like these.


Leave the moguls their fame
And kings their powers
I'll be content
Tending my flowers.