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Not a Sin to Kill a Mockingbird

To_kill_mockingbird_book

I just want to clarify something that people in Alabama really know:

It is not a sin to kill a mockingbird.  It’s not, friends.  No matter how hard Harper Lee tries to convince us otherwise.

The guardian.
The guardian.
Mockingbirds are bossy, fussy, messy, and they chase you and your dogs. If you think that you own your house, you are sadly mistaken. Just look at the highest pinacle on your roof and you will see the mockingbird, perched tall and proud like he owns the place.

This guy is like, "I own this place!
This guy is like, “I own this place!
When I was growing up in rural south Alabama, those things dove at my poor dog, Princess, making her life miserable. Right now I can hear them outside my window, screechy and loud, their gray and white feathers blending with the rain-ready sky. They also poop on your rooftop, which is a fact. That can’t be good for those shingles.

The guard and the decoy.
The guard and the decoy.
"Hey, follow me!"
“Hey, follow me!”

Okay, okay…I know those things are just trying to protect their babies right now. As a mom, I can certainly understand that. The birds are actually fascinating to watch. One serves as a sentinel, standing close to the nest, while the other one acts as a decoy to lure you away. They mimic other birds for some reason or another, which is another interesting trait.

"Yeah...you just keep your distance, Human."
“Yeah…you just keep your distance, Human.”

I wouldn’t really kill a mockingbird, as I typically like birds.

Buckingham Palace Guard.
Buckingham Palace Guard.

Back to Harper Lee’s book, To Kill a Mockingbird. It is one of my favorite books and probably yours, too. Do you know that I grew up about 2 hours from Monroeville, Alabama–Harper Lee’s home and the model for her book’s fictional town of Maycomb? They used to have a Vanity Fair and Lee outlet store there where we would go once a summer to buy jeans and other clothes for school. I could kick myself that I never visited the courthouse!

Naturally, now that it’s about 4+ hours away, I really want to visit Monroeville–especially the courthouse. I’ll see if I can get Lefty to detour through there the next time we head to the beach.

"Sigh.I'm ready to go eat."
Sigh.I’m ready to go eat.”

Anyway, more about To Kill a Mockingbird in another post. It’s just hard not to have it on my mind this time of year when mockingbirds are buzzing around and chasing our pups!

Mockingbird quote from To Kill a Mockingbird:

Atticus:
“I’d rather you shot at tin cans in the back yard, but I know you’ll go after birds. Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit ’em, but remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.”
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Calpurnia:
“Your father’s right,’ she said. ‘Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corncribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.” Chapter 10, pg. 119 (depending on your book’s version).

Snuggles says, "Forget the mockingbird....Just get this pup away from me!!"
Snuggles says, “Forget the mockingbird….Just get this pup away from me!!”

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Unrelated cute puppy pictures:

Spike Robertson.
Spike Robertson.
Spike goes after Ms. Stephanie's handbag.  Not a good thing.
Spike goes after Ms. Stephanie’s handbag. Not a good thing.

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