Mimus polyglottos. Always sits high, telephone pole or tree. One ’ol bird in a yard in Buxton, NC, singing and singing and singing. Opens his mouth and speaks in tongues. If Siegfried had heard a northern mockingbird—this Mozart of the South—Brünnehilde would still be sleeping. This crazy old bird is disconnected. Nobody’s listening: but he doesn’t care. Continuous melodic invention is his gift to us. KA
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