I took this portrait in Bali in 2000 while on a watercolor painting trip with Robert Dvorak. She looks like a good mom. Today I am mourning the death of our mockingbird. For many years we always had a mockingbird, who often nested in our tall hedge. He used to sing very beautifully at night. We have been rejoicing that one was here again; I saw him almost every day. But yesterday, his half-eaten corpse was lying in the road. The breast was eaten away. Perhaps a cat? I cannot say, but I am sad.