May well be a Boy Mockingbird. Alatus Berries on the concrete walk, a certain nervousness amongst the Boy Cardinals, confidence around the tall Ornamental Cherry and there's a loudness in the call of this Mockingbird, much louder than the utterances the politer Girl Mockingbirds.
I'll know more in the Spring. And if it is a Boy Mockingbird, I find myself
hoping the Girl Cat will ride rough-shod over Thrashers who, like all sneaky
creatures, tend to nest close to the ground and have this vile, almost Trumpian
habit, of giving Girl Mockingbirds the creeps.