I sat working at my dining room table, where I like to set up shop even though we have a lovely office, when a sweet little mockingbird hopped into view through the French doors. I watched him poke around on the patio a bit, seemingly searching for munchies. Then his bright eyes caught mine. His fluffy chest puffed up a bit as if to say hello and then...a tiny round poo emerged from his backside onto my flagstone. What a shame it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.