Remember the confused mockingbird from a couple of years ago? Well, he’s back. Either that or his equally as confused offspring have returned to their father’s old digs (i.e. the pecan tree in my front yard). The d*mn bird starts singing around 2 AM at the top of his little birdie lungs, and will not shut up. Of course, none of the lady mockingbirds in the area are responding, because they keep normal daytime hours (something dumba$$ mockingbird keeps missing, but whatever).
Apparently, I’m not the only one that is annoyed. At six o’clock this morning, I saw three of the neighborhood cats sitting in my driveway. Their heads were all pointed in the direction of the noisemaker in the tree; tails silently swishing back and forth as they planned the obnoxious bird’s demise. Felines don’t take to kindly to having their sleep interrupted either. Don’t tell anyone, but I’m secretly hoping they will succeed in shutting up the dumba$$ mockingbird. That is one bird that needs to be removed from the gene pool for good.
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