There are some, and I have been one of them, who will tell you that all Caucasian people look alike to Chinese people. And there was a time when I would agree that all Mockingbirds look alike to all people. But the Girl Cedar Mockingbird does not look like other Mockingbirds to me. Of the possible reasons why, I think probably the more accurate reason why, is because I have been so seduced by her I have become blinded to all other Mockingbirds. Her quiet voice and movement has a loneliness that draws me to her in the way that sadness draws the heart to comforting. And I am certain she watches me when I castigate the total inadequacy of the rabbit fence, and generally curse creatures that nibble.
I found myself with a sudden need to find little things from
newly turned soil to offer her. That large white grub that crawls on
its back before becoming a June Beetle in July. A most unattractive posse
of them gathered where the Ladybirds were copulating, which itself is not
in the least a coordinated activity, it's the wing case and Turtle shape, I
guess. But the grub of June Beetle, I reckoned would be like a bacon and egg
sandwich with mayonnaise to a Girl Mockingbird. I picked two of them up to
take to her. She was near the bottle tree. As I walked the distance, warmth from
my hand must have roused the June Beetle Grubs. I suddenly became very creeped
out, by their wriggling and I'm pretty sure one of them bit me. I felt
rather foolish of course, and pretended that I too was interested in the
condition of the compost piles.