I have, in my neighborhood, a mockingbird. He is either in love. or looking for love.
The Son-of-a-Bitch never stops.
Remember that Lionel Ritchie song, All Night Long?
Yea, it's like that.
We don't need no stinkin' full moon. A porch light will do.
I haven't put the A/C in yet, so the windows have been open at night.
I am an animal lover, you all know this. I have an English Budgie in residence. I love birds. "D" is amazed at my useless knowledge of pointing out different species and knowing mating habits.
I'm rather pacifistic at heart, unless you threaten those I love, you can go your merry way.
But this sleep deprivation terrorist has to go down.
Someone please tell me, why don't birds ever get hoarse?
If a human ever carried on like this fucker, they'd have laryngitis for a month.
He is the Energizer Bunny of birdom.....and I want him dead.
I'm not talking distant calling here. He bounces between three houses. All within 100 feet of mine.
I've always been against having a gun in my home....until now.
I'd like nothing more than to have a Dumb and Dumber version of this feathered friend duct taped to the top of the telephone pole (10 points to those that get the reference).
I pray that he either gets laid or stops bragging about getting laid before I go totally postal on his ass.