This guy lives in my back yard. There is a nest somewhere in one of my trees or shrubs that my dog must have gotten too close to. Every time I let him outside the mockingbird comes after him and dives at him and yells at him. My dog doesn't even look at the bird or pay attention to it. It's pretty funny to watch. He was perched up in this tree watching the dog here.
“Mockingbirds are the true artists of the bird kingdom. Which is to say, although they're born with a song of their own, an innate riff that happens to be one of the most versatile of all ornithological expressions, mocking birds aren't content to merely play the hand that is dealt them. Like all artists, they are out to rearrange reality. Innovative, willful, daring, not bound by the rules to which others may blindly adhere, the mockingbird collects snatches of birdsong from this tree and that field, appropriates them, places them in new and unexpected contexts, recreates the world from the world. For example, a mockingbird in South Carolina was heard to blend the songs of thirty-two different kinds of birds into a ten-minute performance, a virtuoso display that serve no practical purpose, falling, therefore, into the realm of pure art.” ~Tom Robbins