It is two in the morning.  Somewhere, on the other side of the cemetery, there is a mocking-bird giving a lively concert.  He has quite a repertoire and he is going at full volume.  I’m betting there are a few people wishing they had a shotgun about now too. 

     I love mocking birds and since we haven’t had any around here the last year or two, I find him a delight.  Then he’s not directly outside my window either. 

     You all have a good day.