I hope evolution shows you the fat finger, you waste of feathers. I don’t need to hear the whole litany that I used to wake up to, especially when you’ve decided to perch right outside my window. Most especially when my body already thinks it is 10pm. Just go ahead and fuck right off. Or choke to death on a worm or something, I don’t care. But fuck off all the same.
I just went out and shined a thousand lumens at him. He started over again. F is all I’ve got.
What’s the Florida bird that goes through literally every call a bird can make? Someone please give me a face I can attach to my misery.
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Posts: 9502 | Location: Illinois farm country | Registered: November 15, 2008
Almost certainly a Mockingbird. The flashlight was exactly the wrong thing to do. They usually spend the night singing because there's either a bright moon or some other source of light that makes them think it's dawn. Your flashlight convinced him it was noon.
He can't help himself. He so horny and trying to find a girlfriend to love him long time.
Posts: 27328 | Location: SW of Hovey, Texas | Registered: January 30, 2007
Almost certainly a Mockingbird. The flashlight was exactly the wrong thing to do.
Agreed - we had one that was practically on our window at 0200 in TX, believe he's followed us here.
And agreed - unless the flashlight was attached to a pellet gun, shotgun or bazooka. Not that I'm recommending that - the rest of the gang would then assemble to sing a protest song the next 10 years.
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Posts: 12933 | Location: Madison, MS | Registered: December 10, 2007
Originally posted by arfmel: Almost certainly a Mockingbird. The flashlight was exactly the wrong thing to do. They usually spend the night singing because there's either a bright moon or some other source of light that makes them think it's dawn. Your flashlight convinced him it was noon.
He can't help himself. He so horny and trying to find a girlfriend to love him long time.
Yeah, I wondered. Thanks! Lol
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Used to listen to and be fascinated by the Mockingbirds in MD. One in particular had included in his repertoire the sounds of two little birds (finches, wrens?) fighting or fussing.
Posts: 10887 | Location: South Congress AZ | Registered: May 27, 2006
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Posts: 17921 | Location: New Mexico | Registered: October 14, 2005
There's a bird outside my room that chirps non-stop starting around 5:30am until a little after 6. Only problem is that I don't get out of bed until 7am.
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Posts: 18149 | Location: Sonoma County, CA | Registered: April 09, 2004
Just be glad that you are not in Oslo, Norway. Not one but flocks, and all 'night'.
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Posts: 6063 | Location: Central Texas | Registered: September 14, 2003
Originally posted by fiasconva: Just wait until they build a nest nearby. You'll get dive-bombed every time you go out in your yard.
He keeps hanging out in the tree outside our window. I’m not too worried about it, we’re head home Saturday. If this was at home, I wouldn’t have posted about it.
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