(Sarah A. Miller/Tyler Morning Telegraph)

This is an update from “The bluebird of my sleeplessness” column from April 23, the full text of which can be found at Tylerpaper.com.

It turns out due process really helps.

Even if you’re just a mockingbird.

Something had to happen. My patio was a mess. It was fire pit season. The natives were heading home for Thanksgiving.

Aunt Pam and I needed projects. It should have been one of those “Design on a Dime” episodes.

We bought new pillows and fluffed.

We rearranged the chairs and by a stroke of dumb luck I had spotted some pillows in her attic for my patio chairs. They were a perfect fit. We cleaned and rearranged and discarded things that should have never been moved in the last move. You’ve been there I’m sure.

She looked at my pitiful broom in utter contempt. I have a new one now.

The grill cover had been sitting by the outdoor fireplace and the old dilapidated pillows long enough to collect cobwebs and dust, and feathers. Yellow feathers. Yep. A few months ago I wrote about a rogue bird outside my window keeping me up at odd hours of the night.

The consensus of my readers was it was a mockingbird. I was good with that. One reader took great exception over my protest of irritation-induced insomnia. They claimed it was one of God’s creatures. Well, so am I. Hopefully they’ve had a chance to lie down and collect themselves. They couldn’t have been regulars or they would have spotted my tongue in my cheek. It still is.

Back to the porch.

The yellow feathers led us to the carcass of a canary.

I know how this must look.

To be clear, I never laid a finger on that bird.

My guess is after the bird made enough noise for several nights a cat or a hawk came to answer the call. I never saw any signs posted in the neighborhood for a missing cage bird but if anyone is mourning the loss of such a pet the mystery may be solved.

While I feel bad for the little guy it seems good for each of us to rest in our respective peace.