Saturday, June 22, 2013

Gray Catbird



She was quiet…just listening.

She hid in the thicket…a place Grey Catbirds prefer.

She liked his song and was interested in the singer.

The male Gray Catbird was fifty feet away and much higher in a tree.  He would have been interested in her, too, had he known she was there.

She returned his call.

She flew out of the thicket onto a low branch.  Now he saw her.  He flew down to meet her.

He wasn’t a bit shy.

He tried to get to know her, but he may have been too impatient.

He startled her.  

Whoa...not today.

Honestly, I have no idea what was going through their Gray Catbird brains.  The pictures tell a story…the interpretation is up to you.

Allan