…at least in this city, when the birds start tweeting out of control.
It’s insane, but somewhere around 2:45 a.m., without fail, a wee happy bird in the tree outside our bedroom window wakes up and feels the need to praise its creator with lovely liquid trills. It sounds so happy, we feel slightly curmudgeonly in wishing it would SHUT UP ALREADY, but good GRIEF are the birds in this city loud.
We accept this of the seagulls – raucous, shrieking, nasty things. We accept this even of the pigeons, who each morning greet us with a sharp crack of sound as the flight of seventy or more takes wing all at once. But somehow swallows and robins and thrushes were meant to be sweet background noise on a walk in the woods, not the chirruping little annoyances that wake us out of a dead sleep each morning.
Oh, well. More than any change of date or time, the chirpy prattle of the little dun-feathered aggravation reminds us the days of drench and drab will soon be over for another while.
“I wonder if
the sap is stirring yet,
If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,
If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun
And crocus fires are kindling one by one:
Sing robin, sing:
I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring.”
– Christina Rossetti
Canadian birds are much quieter 😀 Actually the only ones that give me cause to complain are the grackles. At least I think that it what the bloody buggers are called. No trilling or chirping there. Just nasty bird complaints!
LOL! I LOVE to hear the birds sing/talk at anytime. Is it just me?
Paz
We’re still startled by that crack of a pigeon flock leaving our roof. And I would trade you one bird chirping for the garbage bin bashing I heard at 4 a.m.
Try having loud chirping IN THE HOUSE at 3 in the morning! The finches hear birds outside and follow suit no matter what time of day it is.
I almost threw them outside to that orange tabby who likes to hang around my backyard the other day.