2004-10-08 / Front Page

The right neighborhood means everything

By Mimi M. Maddock

Mr. F. A. Mockingbird perches on the lamp post ready for Mr. Floyd to finish filling the bowl.
Mr. F. A. Mockingbird perches on the lamp post ready for Mr. Floyd to finish filling the bowl.

Location, location, location...that’s what was paramount in Mr. and Mrs. F.A. Mockingbird’s minds when they were looking for a home. When they saw Edwin Floyd putting meal worms in a dish in front of Wild Birds Unlimited each day it drew them to the Forest Drive neighborhood. Last April they began the tedious task of building their nest in the bushes next to a shed by Tripp’s Cleaners across the street from Floyd’s delicious bowl of continuous meal worms. The perfect home — private, protected, and in quick flying distance to the meal worms.

Edwin Floyd fills the bowl outside Wildbird’s Unlimited with meal worms.
Edwin Floyd fills the bowl outside Wildbird’s Unlimited with meal worms. They watched and waited. At exactly 9:40 am each day, the door would open and out would walk Mr. Floyd with their breakfast. They filled their bellies at least five times a day until the last meal at 5:30 pm.

When the Mockingbird’s babies cracked through their eggs stuck their beaks up and chirped loudly for satisfaction, grocery shopping was easy.

Back and forth the parents flew to the meal worms filling the hungry youngsters’ bellies. It wasn’t long before the three were ready to leave the nest.

The whole family took advantage of Mr. Floyd’s kindness. One day curiousity got the best of Mr. Mockingbird. “Maybe, he thought, “I could go into this huge storehouse of food where Mr. Floyd lives and get the food myself.” He followed his friend inside walking right behind him step for step. But he was overwhelmed by what he saw. “I’ll just leave Mr. Floyd in charge from now on.” So he let Mr. Floyd pick him up and carry him out.

The Mockingbird children are grown and gone to make their way in the world. Mr. and Mrs. M. still visit Mr. Floyd’s bowl. They sometimes sit on the telephone line above the store and sing for their supper.

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