There must be sorrow in the mockingbird world. Surely feathered friends die and young mockingbirds occasionally rebel. The mockingbird economy is based on worms, insects, berries, and our garden tomatoes. Surely it experiences down-turns. And surely there are territorial disputes among mockingbirds. I've seen the fights. But none of that dampens the mockingbird spirit. Every morning a mockingbird sits atop the weather vane on our barn and greets the day by singing his heart out. Apparently, there are no grumpy, sleepy-head mockingbirds. I want to be like a mockingbird and greet the day with gusto, praising God for his glorious creation!