The pecan tree stood
magnificently outside the Reveds' back yard. Its huge
trunk was covered in a shaggy bark, and its branches
twisted and turned about one another, creating an
ancient, unknown design. The tree was in full bloom. The
leaves danced about in the wind, displaying their
sparkling green colors. The tree has been around for as
long as anyone in the area can remember. The nature about
it mysteriously made not a soul cut it down.
A Mocking Bird perches restfully on a
large branch, enjoying the cool shade of the leaves. He
lets out a scintillating song of wonder hit the wind. The
breeze carries this song all throughout the neighborhood,
bringing smiles to people's faces. The bird then realizes
that it is time to go and eat some breakfast. He timidly
looks left and right. He swivels his head up and down, in
search of any nearby predators. The avian then stretches
out his wings, displaying a band of pure white, along the
tips of his gray feathers. Letting out a shrill screech,
the bird picks up his feet and catches a slight air
current, flapping his wings fruitlessly, enjoying the sun
against his back.
He swoops about the neighborhood,
spying for some easy pickup. Perhaps a kid dropped his
hotdog out of his bun, or maybe a woman accidentally
spilled some potato chips. All of a sudden the Mocking
Bird heard a striking scream above him. He turned up to
see a Cooper's Hawk diving at the speed of a bullet,
talons outstretched. The bird blurted a shrill cry as he
evasively swerved to his left, flapping his tiny wings
like crazy. The hawk missed his meal-on-the-go, diving
straight past him, inches away. Yet, the hawk was not so
easily disgruntled. She swooped up, and fell in a
straight away pursuit of the tasty bird. The Mocking Bird
turns his head backwards and sees the raptor gaining on
him. He begins to lose hope fast, when he suddenly sees a
house with a bird feeder! At this feeder their are other
mocking birds! He lets out a dazzling chirp as he dives
down to the feeder, screeching every alarm call he
knew.
The other Mocking Birds glanced up and
glared at the predator. They all took off, and formed a
defensive position. The Cooper's Hawk knew she was in for
quite an annoying fight, and decided that she better go
off and find easier prey. She swiftly guided her left
wing upward, and caught an up drafting wind current,
hurling out a frustrated screech towards the prey
below.
The Mocking Birds all began to mock
the screech, twittering and chirping. The first Mocking
Bird swooped off to his pecan tree, landing gently upon
his favorite branch. He pecked at some of the leaves,
drawing them protectively over him, concealing his petite
body. His eyes closed and his head nodded, as he dazed
off into a comfortable sleep.
