Marcus: Before we begin today's post, here's a picture of me so you don't forget what I look like. If you'll notice, my eyes are open. Percy thought I would keep them closed until he calls me in October. (Temp Apt Fail 8) He didn't fool me a bit. He doesn't read a calendar any more than Jan does.
A couple of months ago, Jan and I set out on a walk. As we walked down the porch steps, a young mockingbird flew onto the nearby stop sign and another ran back and forth across the roof; both were chattering away. Now, I do speak fluent goose but I have to admit I have yet to learn mockingbird.
What, oh what was he (or she) upset about? Could it be an emergency and my astute medical skills were needed to save him? I perform a mean CPR!
Rusty: You certainly do perform a mean CPR! You could have broken every bone in Cyndi's body when you tried to practice on her.
Marcus: **waves paw** She survived, didn't she?
To get back to the subject of the mockingbird racing across the roof yelling, I looked around for a translator. Perhaps mama mockigbird was nearby. Oh, wait, she speaks mockingbird too and I don't.
I looked at Jan but she was just as puzzled as I was.
And then, beyond Jan, I saw the answer.
There was another young mockingbird hiding in the bushes behind us. She (or he) was actually well-camouflaged. Jan had to walk around the bush to get a decent shot of her. She must have been terrified of us. She never so much as twitched.
Rusty: She must have heard about your CPR technique.
Marcus: I'm sure she had. I'm becoming quite well-known in life-saving circles.
Rusty: If you try CPR on a bird, you'll become quite well-known in law enforcement circles.
