It is OFFICIALLY spring here in the Wry household. I’ve got the windows open, it’s still only twilight at 7:30PM, and the woods and creek behind my house are alive with the sound of music. Spring peeper frogs and bullfrogs and pissed-off ducks (I have no idea if they’re echoing, but they do seem to be arguing) and birds, birds, birds! And my darlin’ daughter, sometimes affectionately called Miss Malaprop, said, “Listen, Mom! The chirds are burping!”
Yea for warmer weather and burping chirds!
Hee. Burping chirds, I like that! Our chirds are burping, too. And the little froggies are singing. It’s really pretty loud around here at night. No pissed-off ducks around here, though. We do have a lot of pissed-off squirrels in the fall. They like to hang around in the trees and scream at me whenever I leave the house. I like the frogs and chirds better.
The chirds are burping here, too. But thats better then when they chirp, because they live inside and can ahieve a decible level that can make your gums bleed. Steve the grey is the #1 burper, he sounds very realistic. But you can tell spring is in the air.
[curmudgeon]hmpf. no burping chirds here. grump. grump. grump. It’ll probably never be spring. <sigh>[/curmudgeon]
I wish we had burping chirds here. What I have are Tucking Furkeys. Ya know, the big wild birds that get into my garden and scratch the stuffins outta the raised beds. They are especially fond of my hostas this year. Yep, Tucking Furkeys!