About Those Angry Mockingbirds
In two instances over the past few years I have been a victim of Mocking Bird attacks. Each time I haven't provoked these vicious critters, in fact prior to the first swooping dive I hadn't even know they were there.
So what is it about me that triggers these attacks? My hair color? Height? Some unseen vibe only birds pick up on?
Why do they single me out and leave others completely alone? Do they see me as a threat? And why me? I love birds. Maybe not these birds so much now that they've singled me out on two occasions!
Please accompany me on my little story about when Mocking Birds attack.
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Just an average Summer Day until.......
It was hot, but sunny for a change. It has been the rainiest summer I can ever remember. I went outside for a brief walk to enjoy what felt like a rare spell of sunshine. I left out the same door and took the same path like every other day.
Only this day was different. This day while I was walking across the parking lot of my building, out the peripheral of my vision, there was something coming at my head. Fast and furious.
I turned around to see what it could possibly be and here it came again. Faster and more furious this time. And taking no prisoners it seemed.
While I began waving my arms to get the darned, crazy attacker to change course, a memory from the past surfaced. You see, this had happened to me once before.
Crazy, right? But true.
I was randomly being attacked by a Mockingbird for no reason. For the second time in my life.
What in the world did I do to deserve this? I love nature and most of it's creatures. I was walking peacefully along minding my own business. Why do these birds feel like it's okay to dive at me like kamikazes?
I decided to high tail it back to my place and walk later. Maybe when the birds were sleeping or visiting another bird family or something. I yearned for the safe comfort of my home where no birds could stalk me.
My Attacker....... - stalking me....
This is a photo of my attacker, post attack, sitting outside my window mocking me (sorry no pun). Now this is getting a little creepy.
She sat there for the longest time loudly berating me while simultaneously driving my poor cat crazy.
Considering there are forty plus windows on the front of my building, how in the world did she know to perch outside my window? There are also several trees to choose from, but she some how knew to sit outside my window loudly scolding me. But for what, I couldn't understand.
Learn all about the Mockingbird
Is it me or does this Mockingbird look just a little grouchy on this book cover?
Aha! The Reason for the Attack
Now it was beginning to become clear to me. It wasn't personal at all. For some reason I gave my attackers the impression that I might be a threat to their young ones. A frightened, stranded young one in this case.
It seems that this little guy had somehow went from the safety of the family nest approximately fifteen feet away up to this windowsill. Which I might interject here this windowsill is halfway down the building from where Mamma was terrorizing me and my cat outside my window. While I was waiting for the elevator, I heard a bird that sounded quite close. Baby Bird was sitting outside a window near the elevator calling out for help. Perhaps the little guy got the idea he was ready to fly a little early and then couldn't get back home.
He sat outside this window, and conversed with me for quite a while before I went outside to get a better perspective of his plight.
To Rescue or not?
So here he is perched on the window sill, in baby bird distance quite a way from the safe comfortable furnishings of the nest. Mamma and Daddy as well as what appeared to be several Uncles and Aunts are circling and calling out to each other, perhaps trying to develop a game plan to get their wayward fledgling back home.
It was a very hot day and the little guy was getting hit by the late afternoon sun and heat. He called and called, but no one came. I was getting a little upset with these clearly negligent parents. They had no problem coming after me for no reason, but now that their young one needed their help, they were hanging off in the distance just chattering about a bunch of nothing.
I had to leave for a while but was encouraged when I came back in the early evening because Mamma was finally up there feeding the baby.
The next morning, much to my dismay, Baby Bird was still sitting helplessly on the window sill and the awning just below calling out for help once again. Mamma did come by and feed him again, so we abandoned our previous thoughts of rescuing him ourselves. Later that day when I returned, Baby Bird was gone from the window sill and in the tree where their nest lay deep in the leaves, I could hear the chitter chatter of a big happy Mockingbird family.
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Have you ever heard of Mockingbird attacks?
Mockingbird Attacks on YouTube
According to these videos, it appears I'm not the only one who is attacked by mockingbirds!
Apparently Mockingbird attacks aren't that rare at all. According to this article , the Mockingbird has the ability to single out those who either have threatened or having appeared to threaten the nest.
They are particularly fond of attacking cats, probably with good reason as cats are known to be the demise of far too many baby birds.
I had assumed that my attacker was a fearless mother, protecting her baby but according to the above referenced article, both the mother and father share nest protection and attacking duties. Males are also known to protect other nearby nests too.
In addition to being bird-bullies, Mockingbirds are known for their singing abilities. They love to imitate other birds and string together several tunes that are native to other bird breeds. This creates a unique and often annoying string of one of a kind bird songs. Hence the name Mockingbird.
A Northern Mockingbird in a Tree at Sunrise