The male differs so slightly from his mate that the two are
indistinguishable save at song-time. They pair in early spring,
and are faithfully united in all their duties. They nest mostly in
bushes or low branches from four to twenty feet from the ground. The
nests are large and often in plain sight. Like the robin and other
thrushes, the mocker's first thought is for the foundation. This is
made of large sticks and grasses, interlaced and crossed loosely.
Upon these the nest proper is placed, of soft materials lined with
horsehair or grasses.
With the mockers, as with other birds, there is not a fixed rule as
to nesting materials. Outside of a few fundamental principles as to
foundations, etc., they select the material at hand. Where cotton is
to be obtained they use it, and strings in place of grass. Leaves in
the foundation are bulky and little trouble to gather.
We have found a pair of mockers very sly and silent just at
nesting-time. Or the female will be at the nest work, while her
mate is singing at a distance as if to distract us from the scene
of action. However, in our grounds, where we have taught all birds
extreme confidence, the good work progresses in plain sight. One
writer has declared that a pair of mockers will desert a nest if you
so much as look at it. This is true only where they are very wild and
unaccustomed to human friends.
When once the young are hatched the fun begins. During the day the
male ceases to sing, and devotes himself to giving exact information
as to where the nest may be found. Of course this information is
unintentional. He flies at us if we step out in sight, screaming with
all his might. The nearer we approach the nest the louder and nearer
he cries, until he actually has an attack of hysterics and turns
somersaults in the air or quivers in the foliage. If it be possible
to reach you from behind, he dives at your shoulder and nips at your
hair. Always from behind, never facing you. His quiet mate flits
through the boughs as if she understands her husband's exaggerated
solicitude, and half smiles to see his performances.
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