Last night at 1 A.M the bird starts up. No not a pet parrot but a wild unnamed species,the most vocal of all winged things. This feathered bastard makes a mockingbird sound like a hummingbird. First a series of deafening beeps like a vintage Viper car alarm. Then quiet. Is he done? Nope. Now it's a buzzing sort of a chortle and a series of mega peeps. That's it, I get out of bed put on my Tom's (available in numerous styles at Hub) and head out to the back yard with my official police flashlight that the septic tank guy forgot on a service call.(that's another story) As I get closer the sounds stop, then some rustling and the flutter of wings. Then silence. In the morning the sun rises and the birds chirp when they are supposed to.
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