|
Last night marked the arrival of the happiest damn bird in the world. He has shown up before and I am pretty sure I have complained RIGHT HERE IN THIS SPACE about him.
Dick seems to think he is a mockingbird, but those don't usually START singing at 10 p.m. and SING ALL NIGHT LONG! At about 3 a.m., I gave up and went into a bedroom across the hall and shut the door because his perch is in the tree right outside our bedroom window. At 7:15, when I left for work, he was still singing.
One of my work mates suggested he was a whippoorwill but I know the sound of that bird. This one has a repertoire that ranges from a hairdryer to a freaking marching band. He trills, he shrills, a makes swooshy sounds...holy cow, I just don't even know how to describe it all.
Dick asked me this morning if I wanted him to buy a BB gun. FOR ONE SPLIT SECOND....I thought that might be a good idea, but dammit...the bird sings with such joy, he sounds so freaking happy. In the light of day - like right now - I think about it, tell people about it, and it is kinda cute and funny.
Dear Lord....PUHLEEEZE let him be quiet tonight! |
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
geneglave's journal