A mockingbird sings

In the waning evening light, I was checking the veggies out front.  Hmm, a bit of slug damage there, no cabbage white caterpillars, maybe I'll get a few small broccoli heads, and what am I going to do with the huge red cabbage plants (with very tiny heads).

All the while a mockingbird was singing loudly in a tree across the street.  I'm here, he's saying.  This is my territory.

And, for the moment, things are fine in the garden.

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