After figuring out that the town of Churchill was not somewhere between Saugerties and Catskill, I went into my own back yard to see what was going on there. I was treated to a double concerto, our year-round Northern Mockingbird singing from the top of the black locust and the first Brown Thrasher belting out its couplets from the top of an ash tree. Earlier this morning a member of our household was fooled by another mimic-- a Blue Jay doing the Red-tailed Hawk scream made him look, the dirty crook.
Lynn Bowdery [Non-text portions of this message have been removed]
