Have you tried a cocktail of apple cider, tequila, cassis and lime juice ?
Rainbow Lorikeets = Rosellas . And I’ll just add we get both those, long- *and *short-billed corellas, currawongs, crows, magpies, kookaburras, eastern yellow robins and several types of native pigeons. It’s a rare morning we’re not woken by something in the tree outside. Fortunately the koels seem to have moved out of the area, given that they started up at 4am.
Thanks Askance. We get some of those other things, and now you have given the “Shut the fuck up, Damnit” bird a name, so thanks. (Koels)
Here are the sparrows nesting in my Christmas light ball:
They are bigger now, almost too big for the space they’re in, and very vocal when mom or pop comes around.
I have a mocking bird out my window. He mimics the horrible noise the subway makes.
I want to go on the roof with a rifle and KILL IT!
Play a soothing instrument and melody to him, and he’ll be echoing it back at you soon enough.
Well, I suppose there is something positive to say about shifting from sweaty hot 93F and sun last Thursday to 45F drizzly rain yesterday—my mockingbird didn’t sing last night!
He’ll be back, I’m certain.
I’ve never found them to be LOUDER after having babies, but they definitely get more aggressive. They’ll dive bomb any person, dog or cat who walks close to their tree.
Nothing. Daddy only promised to buy more stuff if that mockingbird don’t sing.
Had a mynah bird who would mimic the sound of a flushing toilet.
I guess that the hidden joke of the song- daddy doesn’t have to worry about buying the other things- no way that bird don’t sing!
Awww, ugly little pinfeathered babies!
Sounds like when we were at a beautiful campsite at the Boy Scout camp in southern South Dakota along the Missouri River. Sun sets, bugs come out (swat!), sit around the campfire and finally go to sleep when the stars come out.
About five minutes later a damn whip-poor-will started in, and kept it up until first light. You can hear it at All About Birds-Whippoorwill. Every night, for a week.
The next time we stayed there, we got a campsite far away from that damn bird.