Northern Mockingbird- from Wikipedia
By Ramona Flightner/ @ramonaflightner
Last week on my walk home, I stopped suddenly and closed my eyes in appreciation. I had been waiting, at times impatiently, for the mockingbird to return. On this afternoon, the first day I heard the mockingbird sing his joyous repertoire of calls, I knew spring had arrived.
I stood underneath his tree, watching as he trilled from call to call, his small body quivering as though in delight to be sharing his joy. I couldn't help but smile, and those who bustled by me watched me curiously, wondering what captivated me. Everyone else continued on their day-to-day routine, rushing past on their cell phones, as though unaware of their surroundings. I know there are days I am guilty of turning on my I-pod and tuning out the world. I am thankful that day was not one of those days.
As the world slowly wakes from its wintry slumber, I eagerly await the small harbingers of change. Soon, the trees and flowers will be in full bloom. For me, spring has arrived, thanks to my mockingbird.
