Bloody Birds!


It’s 230 am and I can still hear him.

on and on and on…

Every bloody night!

Good Lord does he keep a freakin recording of his voice or is he just THAT puffed up with his own importance in the scheme of his life that he just wont STFU??

I understand he is lonely.

I understand he needs a mate.

I understand he is searching.

I understand he loves to sing.

I understand he is hopeful.

I understand he is needing to get laid.

I understand he is in the nesting mode.

I understand he doesnt care what time of day/night it is for he is not a slave to the clocks we humans have chained ourselves to.

I understand.

I do.

REALLY….

I understand.

I DO dammit.

BUT…

Every year it is the same thing.

SINGsingSINGsingSINGsingSINGsingSINGsingSINGsingSINGsingSINGsingSINGsing

OHH. LOOK!

The Sun’s up!

Let’s SING!!

OHH. LOOK!

The Sun’s down!

Let’s SING!!

OHH. LOOK!

The Moon’s up!!

Let’s SING!

OHH. LOOK!

The Moon’s down!!

LET’S SING!!!!

PUHLEEEZE….

I just wish HE would understand that if he doesn’t SHADDUP for just ONE bloody night a week, I am going to hurl something at him.

Preferably….

one of my cats.

Bloody Bastard Bird..

so go sing over in the buffalo pasture where your dream lover might be waiting b/c she really isn’t lurking around my house after midnight you feather headed twit!!!