There is always a different temperature this time of year, the dating season, when spring is ratcheting up. The hills are indeed alive with the sound of music...bird song, geee willikers you should hear the skittish quail, I love the greeting, caw ca caw, hello morning......welcome spring. I realized the tapping dapping sound they make is when they've become separated or when they hear me sneaking up on them, tap, tap, tap........A BURST of wings. You're lucky if you hear the tapping before the bush next to you explodes and your heart stops.
This desperate mocking bird was trying his best to impress, however his only audience seemed to me and I wanted to say...
not everybody likes a showoff, just try and be yourself as I noticed he was copying everyone else's songs, maybe you should try a little poetry a quieter approach.
He just kept singing the same things over and over bouncing up and down, playing his part in the lunacy that takes place during the dating season.
* If they don't find a mate they will continue this behavior for several months and on through the night.
Oh so charming, dressed for the occasion.... I do, I do like your party hat!
then gone in a flit second..he has work to do.
All I have to say is.......
not in front of the BABY!!!
Happy Spring, xoxo Ro and Bambi