There's this bird I've been watching since, oh, sometime last summer. A mockingbird. He* has something wrong with his beak. That's how I can tell him apart from all the other mockingbirds. His beak is stuck open. I don't know how he manages to eat, but apparently he still can. The other day I was working in the yard, getting my little garden plot ready for some vegetables. When I disturbed the soil, it activiated the bugs there, and that attracted the bird. I stood there very still and watched for several minutes as he thrashed a spider around in the dirt. I'm not even sure he ended up eating it. I crept away to go get my camera, and he was still there when I got back. He is perched on the handle of my garden hoe.
I don't know if this bird is really a he, but I'm calling it a he.