Yesterday I was watching my small flock of two month old chicks when a hawk swooped in and landed in the midst of the flock (birds were running every which way). The majority of the flock ran around the corner, the hawk hopping after them. I, of course, got out the back door as fast as my old legs would carry me, knowing I would see the hawk feasting on one of the babies by the time I got to them. Just as I rounded the corner of the house, Mr. Hawk came blasting by me closely followed by -- A MOCKINGBIRD! She chased that hawk off the property and appeared to be having a wonderful time dive bombing him every 30 seconds or so. All I can say is I now understand Harper Lee when she wrote "it's a sin to kill a mockingbird." Not only do they make beautiful music, they protect their turf something awesome.
