Ah, spring. The time of year when a young man's fancy turns to love. The flowers are blooming, the birds are chirping... well let's just stop right there. One of the nice things about living where we live is the abundance of wildlife and their noises. Owls, doves, frogs, crickets, osprey, raccoons,and of course, the song birds. For the last couple of weeks, Ry and I have been serenaded every night by a mockingbird. This clever little fella enjoys parking himself in the tree right by our woefully uninsulated window and run through his 180 minute repertoire. He features his interpretations of various sounds he's heard such as other birds, rock wren, barking dog, and of course, my personal favorite: car alarm.
Needless to say, while Ry and I may have enjoyed his show one or two times, enough was enough. A couple of nights ago, Ry lost his cool a 3:30 am, threw on some shorts and went rooting through the garage for his flashlight and his bb gun. I tried quoting Harper Lee: "Remember, it's a sin to kill a mockingbird."- Atticus Finch But Ryan would have none of it.
"Pfft! pfft!", the shots rang off the stucco. That shut him up for a while. (The bird, not Ryan.)
But then he was back at it. Seemingly with a vengeance.
I tried a more pragmatic approach. Went to CVS and bought some earplugs yesterday. Me? I slept through the night.
I take comfort in the fact that there were 30 pairs in the box!
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