At my window feeder this morning: goldfinches, bluebirds, a white-throated sparrow, a brown-headed nuthatch, a robin struggling to stay on the perch, an equally large but more delicate-footed gray mockingbird, and of course the ubiquitous house finches. I will not make some fool claim about a peaceable kingdom, as in fact the house finches are little bullies and the mockingbird took evident pleasure (or am I only projecting?) in driving two of them away. But I did observe that the mockingbird then sat on the power line and watched while the nuthatch enjoyed the space he had opened, so—who knows what they are thinking?