While reading blog posts this morning for some reason a blessing from the past came to mind. It gave me a chuckle when I remembered the first time it happened.

One day I let my little companion of sixteen and a half years outside to do his usual morning of checking out the yard. When he had been out longer than usual I decided to check on him.

When I went out I could not see him anywhere. Instead of walking all around the yard to look for him I whistled. After a time or two of whistling which I had never done before I saw him coming toward me.

A few days later I went outside to get my little buddy. I was walking toward him when he and I both heard a whistle that sounded pretty much like my whistle.

He looked at me but didn’t come to me. He just sat like he didn’t know what to do. I’m pretty sure he could tell it was not me whistling since I was talking to him.

Finally I realized it was a mocking bird whistling that was sitting in a tree beside the driveway.

After my little buddy went to The Rainbow Bridge I would walk out and whistle and the mocking bird would whistle back to me. We would carry on whistling conversations for a minute or so.

I have not whistled in awhile, but mocking birds nested in one of my small trees the last couple of years and I now have several mocking birds to enjoy.

Just another one of those little things that never stops blessing.

Maybe some day I will think to whistle again and see if that mocking bird is still around.