Look carefully, April is not the only one in this photograph.
The mockingbird, king singer of them all, lover of the tunes, is the main event in our neighborhood. He rules to say the least. A bit bossy, constantly singing and if I were to make an educated guest he will figure out how to create a nest inside of April's front yard.
As I sat listening to his performance another softer and sweeter sound emerged from the garden.
There was the song sparrow calling to his mate.
And over the wall below the garden, hidden within the shrubs, was the singing gray catbird.
She was singing along with the rest of the choir.
Not a quiet bird among us.
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