There is an annoying bird in my back yard, which has the an obnoxiously plain chirp. Instead of having a pleasant song like most other birds, it just does a ‘chirp … chirp … chirp …’ ad nauseum. And it’s rather loud too.
I’m curious if any of you can identify what bird this is, so I recorded it and you can listen to it here.
If you also need a picture of it, I can take a picture of it tomorrow, though it’s a bit hard to see through all the leaves.
i tried to train a crow to say “nevermore” but i guess a got a slow one. keeps hollering in a sing-song manner with a tempo similar to edgar allan’s bird.
Yeah, they’ve got to win the award for the most annoying birdsong in the world… persistent and loud. For those interested, there’s an MP3 here. And that sound goes on for hours on end. Days if you’re lucky. Day and night.
Still, at least they’re melodious, not like the Channel Bills They sound like someone in the terminal stages of tuberculosis trying to scream for help while gargling broken glass. That audio really doesn’t do justice to the full awfulness of their “song”. It just doesn’t capture the gurgling, raspy quality.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is why we love the Aussies. Here is their character in a nutshell.
This is Australia, land of everything kill-y, maim-y and hurt-y and they are complaining about a noisy bird.
Were this a 6 feet tall, poisonous bird with razors for a beak and flick-knife under its wing you can bet it would be shrugged off as a minor inconvenience, you have to love that.
Australia…I tip my stereotypical and borderline racist cork-tipped hat to you.
Sounds like a Cardinal to me. Check out sound clip #4, labeled “Call”. I’m assuming you don’t have an adult male, because otherwise you would have mentioned that it was BRIGHT RED; the females and juveniles are much more drab.
Actually, one of the most annoying is also one of the most amazing - the mockingbird. On an intellectual level, it’s interesting. On a practical level, having the stupid thing providing a sampler of various noises at some wee hour of the morning is much worse than a repeated call that you can filter out.
The Brown Jay fits this description, though 99.9% of its range is in Mexico and Central America (one or two have been spotted around MacAllen, Texas).
In their great tome The Birds of Mexico and Northern Central America, Howell and Webb departed from their otherwise sober, scientific text only once: in their description of the Brown Jay’s voice:
Heh. You go through winter happy as, almost forgetting what they sound like. Then one day, you hear it - the opening salvo. Your heart sinks, your legs turn to rubber. For what lays ahead - for 8 or more hours a day, week after week, month after month - is the same monotonous pointless crap over and over and over and over and over again.