Perched high and ridiculing the world below with mockery, no one or no thing is immune to his ribbing. The sweet melody of the Robin along with the serenade of a swooning Cardinal and the chips and chirps of neurotic Sparrows remain helpless to his satire. Even the vibrant and vigorous chatter of Starlings become punchlines as he weaves these tunes into a cacophonous remix of his own. He laughs and celebrates his on debauchery by flaring up and spreading wings of deceitful grey before coming down with a final whistle of defiance to end his act. He is proud of the ruse and repeats the show without call for an encore until all within earshot have been humiliated.
His avian cousins are not the only victims! No, it is a mixed crowd. From house cat to human, he finds a sot to mock. How easily he pesters the house cat from above. The feline hunter's patient and deliberate stalk of a Yellow-Rumped Warbler is disrupted by a well timed aerial attack by our bird of the hour. Not amused, the ornery cat returns to its haunches and daringly casts a steely glare heavenly in disgust at the winged instigator. A sortie of dive bombings and feathered fury accompanied by incessant rants becomes his encore performance and he is soon heckling at the cat's hasty retreat back into the comfort of a tamed docile. To think, fly by assaults in the suburbs!
How humorous he also finds the people below flounder in bewilderment between tunes of its satire and feathered attacks. They know not whether to point and laugh, admire, or duck for cover. He sings of our clumsy steps as he gracefully soars from one high stage to the next. He is the star of his own show and between his lines he poses in his suit of grey and white trimming. He has concealed his own foibles with the exposure of everyone else's. This feathered jester of the treetops is master of his audience and commands our attention as only a true comedian and performer can do. We are at his mercy.
Yet every being, bird, cat, dog, and man can and will be humbled. A noise of sweet but pitched harmonics cuts through the air and his poise of pride and glory is immediately checked. The sound is universal to all species and the only one that could close the curtains on our Mockingbird's show...the summoning of his better half. She writes the script of our day. She will throw the first bouquet or bring down the final axe. Alas, the show must go on! With her permission of course.