A young man from Detroit made reservations for one of the cabins. His only big question was “Is it a quiet place?”
I assured him it is quiet and that we don’t operate a party park.
I didn’t think to tell him that we have a drunken bird that starts chirping at 4:44 every morning. And this bird‘s little drunken song CARRIES as if he were using a megaphone. I say he is a drunken bird due to the sound of his song. It goes like this; chirp, chirp chirp, HIC, chirp, chirp, chirp, HIC…over and over. I don’t have a clue what bird it is. He seems to sober up when it is finally daylight…or as soon as I give in and get up for the day.
For the past two mornings, he has been accompanied by some other birds screeching. I had to get out of bed and look outside to see if a bird was being dissected alive. There was the poor female robin in the company of about 4 forceful male robins. And they all had the same idea; MAKE HER WITH CHILD!!! (Or in this case, make her with egg!) TWO MORNINGS IN A ROW!!! Same place in the yard!! And they were so engrossed in what they were doing, that all my “shooing” didn’t faze them a bit.
You know we enjoy birds, but drunken birds and robust robin orgies under our bedroom window tend to make you not quite as appreciative of the little feathered friends.
The deer flies have arrived and the black flies aren’t quite as bad. No sign of mosquitoes yet but then, there isn’t any sign of rain either. Not a good thing. The mowing is about caught up (and yep, we both mowed again yesterday) so all we’ll have to do this week while it is so hot and humid is sit in front of the fan!
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