Don’t think I can’t see you


“Then from the neighboring thicket the mockingbird, wildest of singers, Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o’er the water. Shook from his little throat such floods of delirious music, That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed silent to listen.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sometimes I wonder why the state bird of Georgia is the Brown Thrasher when all I seem to run into are Mockingbirds…………