06 November 2007
During demolition and foundation work, the yard and trees were filled with Robins, busy with their nests. Once the framing work started, a Mockingbird with the most muscular voice I'd ever heard took up residence right in front of the studio-to-be and serenaded us throughout in no uncertain terms. J's cell phone had a rather obnoxious alarm sound for a ring — like a house burglar alarm. In no time, the mockingbird, to my dismay, had added the alarm to his repertoire. The fun part is that I have since been able to recognize that particular mockingbird whenever he comes to call.