The spring battle has started again. Much like the Jets and Sharks in West Side Story, the Blue Jays and Mockingbirds battle for turf. The Blue Jays control my back yard. The Mockingbirds control my neighbor's yard across the street. I was on the deck this afternoon when a member of the Mockingbird gang flew across the street, perched in the willow oak and, in a show of defiance, began his vast repertoire of songs. It took less than a minute for three Blue Jays to converge on the tree and drive the Mockingbird away. For now.
I'm the meanest SOB!