And if That Mockingbird Won’t Sing….
So my Fiance lives in Georgia, and she and I talk on the phone at least once a day. Usually, this occurs late in the evening, or nighttime. Often, it’s around 11:00pm before we get on the phone. Normally, I sit in my truck (which is parked in front of my house) with the driver’s side window down, so I can enjoy the night, and smoke a couple of cigarettes, and listen to the crickets while talking to her. I don’t speak loudly, and I doubt my voice carries further than my own property line.
I know from family, that if they’re standing on our front porch, they can tell that I’m speaking, but they can’t make out what I’m saying. No one inside could hear.
Unfortunately, there’s a rather annoying bird problem in this neighborhood. We have mockingbirds, and lots of them. Now birds are NOT nocturnal creatures. Most birds are asleep once the sun goes down, and if you do manage to wake them up, they might chirp once or twice, and then go right back to sleep. Well there’s one, right near my house, that wakes up every time I’m out there talking. He starts singing, and doesn’t freaking stop! Keep in mind that the bird
is loud enough so that the fiance can hear it through my cellphone headset.
Tonight, we’re about to get off the phone (it’s about 12:50am), and all of a sudden, I hear a loud WHACK! sound. I stop talking, wondering if some one is about to start something on my street. All of a sudden, I see my neighbor, two doors down, walk out his walkway with a long, extendable pole. He lengthens the pole, and then jabs it up in the tree in two or three different places. Then he stops, stands there, and waits a minute before finally walking back up his driveway.
All I could think of was how sorry I felt for the guy. So, Mr. Neighbor… I’m sorry. I really wish I could control the bird, because believe me, I understand trying to sleep through them. I often sleep days, and listening to the damned things chirp outside my window tends to make for some sleepless situations, at times. In all honesty, I’m not sorry I’m out there talking on the phone at midnight, as I’m quiet, stay in the vehicle, and my voice doesn’t carry enough to bother anyone. …except
a single mockingbird.
Incidentally, this mockingbird issue is fairly new, within the past several nights. Evidently, he’s taken up residence in my neighbor’s tree for the time being. Perhaps he’ll move on to other places, soon. For now, I’ll adjust my talk times, and if it’s after, say, 11:30pm, I’ll stay inside (or on my back patio). So again, to my neighbor, I’m sorry there’s a brain-dead, nocturnal mockingbird in the neighborhood.