ChirpChirp
awakens me this morning. Then, a few minutes later. Chirpchirp.
I recognize the noise, I think, it’s the noise a smoke alarm makes when the battery is going. I get up, stagger around the house trying to figure, which one? The time between chirps seems to vary, and the smoke alarms always seem to chirp on a regular basis. So, I wonder what’s up, and finally end up taking the batteries out of all five smoke alarms.
Chirpchirp.
I look for the wife’s cellphone, it’s charging. I look for mine, it’s off. Chirpchirp.
I sit at the computer and look to see if the UPS is drifting, or dying, and it’s not. I turn it off. FOr a while, nothing, then, chirpchirp.
Then I look out the window and see a bird on the feeder, and just as he opens his beak, I hear, chirpchirp.
I will call him the Beeperbird, and he’s in my tribe.
LMAO! “Beeperbird”…
That’s better than what we’ve got: A woodpecker who insists on pecking at our house at 5:30 AM looking for food.
Our house is completely vinyl sided. Trim and all. Stupid bird keeps smashing his beak into the plastic, day-in, day-out, never getting a single bite. Yet he’s back there every morning. Rat-a-tat-a-tat-tat-tat.
Eventually I’m going to load up the Single Six with .22 birdshot and shoot the stupid fuck…
The woodpecker’s probably not looking for food. While they make chirpy call-noises like other birds, they don’t sing to attract mates/warn rivals. They drum on things that make a loud noise. Before there were people, a loose flap of bark on a tree probably made the best noise, but given some nice siding, or a loose bit of aluminum flashing on the roof, they’ll certainly drum on your house.
Ahhhhhhhh…
Comment about bird being stupid cheerfully rescinded.
Desire to blast same due to being woken at 5:30 AM remains.
;)
You’re getting off lucky! My folks used to have some sort of large black birdy thing (crow, magpie? something like that) that took up residence close by their house who could imitate a burglar alarm — and often displayed this talent at all hours of the day and night.
I heard him myself. He was a loud little bastard.
Jenny
your humble TubaDiva
Back when my dad was stationed in a very small town, there was a tall tv antenna on the roof. One summer a bird started landing on it at about 5 a.m. and starting to sing. In the very quiet morning you could probably have heard it for blocks, and it kept waking Dad up. Couple of times he threatened to get his 12-guage and quiet it down for good.
But it sure sounded pretty.