This is actually at the root of it a General Question; but I am going to have to do a lot of bitching first, so it’s here instead. Bear with me.
Never in my life have I fervently wished for the death of another creature, except possibly Dubya. Never have I remotely wished to own a falcon; yet now I find myself obsessively wishing I did, or that I was dating a falconer. I would simply shoot the thing if I could, but I have not once managed to actually see it. From the deafening, piercing volume of its call, it should be right outside my window. Perhaps it can vanish at will, like all corrupted and evil things.
There is this bird. I call it the 5 a.m. bird. It goes “chih!” on a single pitch roughly corresponding to middle C. I say roughly because it is in no wise a pure tone – it has all kinds of unnatural, grating stuff going on in that utterance. On an oscilloscope, the waveform would be a demonic sigil that would call up the bird equivalent of Cthulhu. Or drive you utterly, irrevocably mad.
The bird is fond of going “chih!” while flying in a broad circle, so that you get a Doppler effect going on:
ih chih chih cHIH CHIH CHIh chih chih ch
Now, I love mockingbirds. I love crows, especially that cool sound they make with their beaks. I love seagulls and great honking geese and bluejays. But this is not a sound; it is a weapon!
I have made sudden sharp sounds out my window at this bird to get it to shut up. I have done hawk calls, since most birds have the sense to go away from something 50 times your size that wants to eat you. The bird has nerves of steel and the benefit of perverse persistence.
If my cat is inclined to yawn, stretch, and casually stroll along the roof outside, the bird will go away. He did that once. But hey, it’s hella cold at 5 a.m.
Someone of my esteemed companions here at the Board must know the name of this devil in feathers. So tell me–
What is it called?
What does it fear, alone in the dark at night? What is its deepest, irrational terror, that brings it to its knees shaking and sweating? I must know!
What will make the damned thing go away?