Sometimes, you get lucky. I glance out the window to see a food-begging newly fledged Northern Mockingbird. A parent sees the baby too and comes running with a treat from my freshly filled feeder.
The story thus far:
The Squeaky, Complaining, Utterly Lovable Baby Mockingbirds Are Here
When you’re on the run from angry birds in your own yard, it’s fledgling time
You Were Probably Saving These Blackberries
But I am the baby Mockingbird so I got dibs