158/366 "I think we consider too much the good luck of the early bird and not enough the bad luck of the early worm." ~ Franklin D. Roosevelt

At the track this evening, a young mockingbird was sitting in a crepe myrtle.  The mother was fussing at us and was highly upset that we were anywhere near her baby.  Even with her beak full of worm, she was squawking up a storm!

While I don't want to try it, that baby really seemed to enjoy having that worm shoved down his throat.

Nature is so cool!