Wednesday, July 12, 2023

Prejudice

 Looking into the sun, I saw a pair of birds chasing a squirrel away from a nest.

The light was too harsh to see markings. But I thought they must be mockingbirds, which are said to be fierce in defense of their territory, rather than gentle bluebirds.

The battle was still hot as I passed. Turning around, I got a clearer look.

In reason: mockingbirds. In fact: bluebirds.

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