PigeonSlayer Strikes Again

I was trying to shoo the boys inside because the arborist came to trim my storm-damaged pine tree. Mr. Big started to trot into the house with something in his mouth. Yes, another northern mockingbird fledgling. Somehow I got him to drop it on the ground, so at least he didn't eat this one. He and Cuddles keep going back to the spot where it rested on the ground to sniff for it.

Peanut butter removes pine sap from fluffy white sammy paws.
Need you ask me how I know?

In Which a Baby Fledges

Yesterday I found a sweet little northern mockingbird fledgling in my Texas ranger bush out front. Mama and Papa Bird were flitting about, screaming at me to keep away. It had disappeared when I went to church, and when I returned I let the dogs out in the backyard, as usual. She, who had been Bird Killer just a few days before, started barking and prancing around the rose arbor. Guess who was sitting atop the arbor, with Mama and Papa sitting in my nearby desert acacia? Within the hour, as the sun sank beneath the trees, it was gone, hopefully to its own snug nest for the night. Herewith, Baby Bird: