To Kill a Mockingbird

Mary Liz Ingram —  May 12, 2014 — 4 Comments

“Your father’s right,” she said. “Mockingbirds don’t do one thing except make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corn cribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.”
― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

There’s a nest outside my window.

It’s empty now.

Nestled among the thorns of pyracantha, protected and safe, the mockingbird built her home.

I passed by the bush one day and heard peeping. Peering up through the tangle of branches and leaves, I caught a glimpse of a wobbly, tiny bird, mouth to the sky. For the next few weeks, I watched the mother tirelessly feed her nestlings, hearing their loud peeps whenever she returned with a worm.

One rainy day, I looked up to see her come out from the nest, drenched and ruffled. On yet another search for food, she paused on top of the fence. I paused outside of my car. Standing in the rain, we looked at each other. I didn’t move, nor did she. I was loaded with bags and had just ushered my kids inside, a tired mother. I felt an unmissable connection to that mother bird. I felt a camaraderie, I felt my place in the nature of things. Mothers, caring for our children day in and day out; protecting them, nurturing them, helping them grow.

Yesterday, I saw a baby mockingbird happily hopping down the road. Peppy and spry, he hopped and hopped, while mother bird followed along the tree branches, watching, protecting.

I followed too, worrying for the new little bird. Barefoot, I walked down the street after the mockingbirds, keeping an eye on the neighbor’s cat sleeping on his steps. The fledgling found a spot in a rose bush, so I went home to my little ones.

Tonight as evening fell, I went into my yard. My dogs weren’t coming when I called, so I looked to see where they were. My heart sank. One of them had my baby bird.

I still choke up as I write. In anger and mourning, I desperately made the dog release. As our baby bird lay on the ground, I looked for it’s mother. There she was, on the fence, moving back and forth, watching from a distance. I felt her confusion, her loss.

I cried. I felt such pain for her. All her care, guidance and protection, and he was gone. With apology, respect and mourning, I took the baby into the garden, passing two thrashers chirping and hopping along the gate…observing, watching. I looked at them and hoped they could feel the respect I tried to show.

The mother mockingbird had gone. I buried the baby, with my pajama pants pulled over my knees and my bare feet pushing the shovel into the dirt. A quiet, peaceful corner of the garden, marked with a stone.

This is a sad story. It reminds me that life is a gift, and life is a struggle. Life demands respect and each day is precious, each creature a wonder. And we all have a place in the family of things.*

All things bright and beautiful,
all creatures great and small,
all things wise and wonderful,
the Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
each little bird that sings,
he made their glowing colors,
he made their tiny wings.

Mother Mockingbird, ink doodle

Mother Mockingbird, ink doodle

*from “Wild Geese,” by Mary Oliver

Mary Liz Ingram


4 responses to To Kill a Mockingbird

  1. I didn’t think I would be needing a tissue at midnight, but your post is so poignant and touching.
    There is nothing stronger than a mother’s love, and we see this so beautifully portrayed in the animal world. Your tears and concern for the baby bird and the mother, shows what a truly loving person you are, and such a good role model for your children.

    • Mary Liz Ingram May 13, 2014 at 5:06 pm

      Thank you for your kind words. Life often seems so insulated from pain, sadness and hardship, living where we live and doing what we do, while so many struggle. This bird and her life struck me so, in a way that I couldn’t fail to notice. Our world really is such an amazing, wonderful place, despite the difficulties!

  2. I read this twice ML. Seldom do I read something that elicits such an emotional response as this. You should write a book. About what, you ask. As far as Im concerned, anything!!! I would be first in line!

    • Mary Liz Ingram May 13, 2014 at 5:09 pm

      Oh thank you Carl…you are always one of my greatest encouragers! It’s funny how words just well up sometimes…I feel something so much, and just have to get it out! So much of life is a story. Following wherever it leads while I chase my kids!

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