When I was little BigBro had a parakeet. He named him Peter Clarence. (How we knew it was a ‘he’ I don’t know…....but I digress….)
He was a pretty shade of blue.
And he ‘sang’. At least that’s what everybody said he was doing.
I guess the reason I’m thinking about Peter Clarence lately is because it’s spring. And the birds are singing their little hearts out…..like, NON-STOP…….at the crack of dawn…….and into the night……
NON-F*%KING-STOP…….
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy nature…..and listening to the birds chirping……seeing the other critters doing their springtime rituals.
Mostly…..
I just wish they would confine their amorous antics to a more reasonable time schedule. I mean, I GET that the early bird catches the worm and all but couldn’t they do it a little more QUIETLY at four AM??????
I feel you!!
ReplyDeleteAt my previous home there was a huge cliff behind the house and seagulls had their morning meeting there every bloody morning way at 4 AM!
Then I wished I'd have had a shotgun, although I'm all for love and peace and understanding.
Maybe you need to get on the bird's schedule? Early to bed, early to chirp? 😉
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