That is so awesome. When I lived at my parents house there was a mockingbird who lived in the tree across the street. He was apparently on some other circadian rhythm than the rest of the world, because I can remember waking up in the middle of the night and listening to him sing for hours!
Ever since then, I have loved to hear a mockingbird sing his heart out to anyone who it near.
Whoooooo?
Ever since then, I have loved to hear a mockingbird sing his heart out to anyone who it near.
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I've been serenaded these last few nights by the sound of the ice on the lake, groaning. To me, it almost sounds like whalesong.
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