Northern Mockingbird

This mockingbird was sitting in *his* tree at the end of the dirt road we walk down regularly. He made me laugh today because I swear he was talking to himself. He wasn't precisely singing his extensive repertoire of bird songs, instead he was sort of muttering them under his breath. Practicing, maybe. You can see his beak is only partially open, not wide open the way it would be if he were truly belting it out - which he certainly would be in the Spring.