Mocking a King

When I arrived on the southwest side of the pond, I saw a flurry of activity in the trees. Kingbirds. They were flying about as I had witnessed earlier in the week over in Sham’s Paddock. I figured it was parents with their youngsters.

After a few minutes of flying from branch to branch most of the Kingbirds flew off. Shortly thereafter, a Mockingbird arrived, landed in a branch above the remaining Kingbird, then seemed to displace the royal one by flying directly towards where it sat perched.

My eye caught movement about twenty feet farther down the fence line, and much nearer the ground. There, I saw four young Mockingbirds preening on low branches.

I am sensing the coming of autumn and I know that sights like these will all by disappear until next year. So, I am happy to have captured these youngsters getting ready for their first winter.