Perhaps you may remember a recent post I did about a mockingbird .
One thing I wrote about was that a certain poor bachelor bird in our neighborhood was serenading us all night long with his lonely songs. I noticed that he stopped singing. "Must have gotten lucky" we ribbed each other knowingly... winking in jest, but missing the midnight songster just the same. I wondered about never seeing two of them though... only one it seemed. He doesn't get along with the hoard of scrub jays, stellar jays, and yes, even squirrels that call my acreage home, and he dive-bombs them all in aeriel attacks, growling and chirping angrily all the while.
Then, on my very own front porch, hidden in the honeysuckle vine crawling up the trellis we discovered the reason for the fulfilled silence at night.