The awesome thing about a mockingbird is how many different songs you get for the price of one bird. I was listening idly last week, and heard a blue jay, and a cardinal, and a robin, and a catbird, and then a very odd seagull, and then I realized all those bird songs had come from the same place. Mockingbird. My father remembers one in the neighborhood of his youth that would sing with his neighbor while she practiced piano.
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We had one in W Boxford that would sing telephone and doorbell as well as whippoorwill.