It’s 5:30 am here, I’m exhausted but can’t sleep, and the birds are singing their friggin heads off.
I’m so tempted just to stick my head out the winow and yell “Go away!” which would probably get them to scatter. Unfortunately, it would also get my neighbors to hunt me down.
“Bye,Bye Blackbird” surely fits into this ornithological songefest. A very sad song indeed, not razor blade stuff, but still sad and poignant. Thank you Shirley Booth, wherever you are.
*I wake up in the morning and I wonder,
why the birdies have to scream birdy songs
I can’t understand, no I can’t understand,
why then go on all morning long.
I think that I’ll buy me a shotgun,
and blast every bird that’s in sight.
Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?
It ended when I said, “Good night.”* :eek: