The mockingbird is a little over-protective. This morning when I went to take Bella out, I could hear an angry mockingbird (sounds like a bee's nest!) and a crow who was making that croaking call. I walked to where I had a clear view of the big pine, and there was the mockingbird trying to chase off the crow, but the crow wouldn't budge. He just sat there with his wings hunched, flinching every time the mocker would hit him. But then the crow's six buddies came flying past, and he cawed out a distress call! They circled around to help. This made the mockingbird go INSANE! He picked off two crows while they were still in the air, chasing them a couple hundred feet away, with the crows doing evasive barrel rolls to get away. Then he went back to the tree and picked off the original crow and a helper, and they all just abandoned the area. So the mockingbird went to proudly survey the scene from a small sycamore. He spied a pair of wrens at Fort Tort and drove one off into the blackberry brambles, and the other tried to hide in the small oak. The mockingbird knew he was in there, but when I walked closer he decided to go patrol the crest of the roof instead. No one's getting his eggs!!