Monday, May 23, 2011

This Post is For the Birds. Literally. Like, if You're a Bird, READ THIS.

  When I was a little girl, I loved early mornings. Didn't love getting up, but there was something about the sun's first rays. I'd go outside, damp grass waiting for that golden touch and shiver, tiny goosebumps rising on my arms. Birds sang their delight in the new day. The chill burned away, and the earth warmed, bathed in a lovely glow.

I still love early mornings, and am working on moving my bedtime back so I can enjoy them again. However--the birds have betrayed me.

A few times these last days, I've been up in the middle of the night. One time I was getting to know a new, dear friend. The other time--I think it was insomnia. Anyway, the innocent birds of my youth are no more.

There is no earthly reason why birds should be so excited for a new day that they begin singing as if bringing up the sun depends on them. I swear, the robins around here must have studied under a demented rooster on a farm somewhere. The course title? "How to Make the Sun Rise and Simultaneously Drive Humans Up the Wall--or at Least Not Let Them Sleep."

6:00 am? I get that. Even 5:00, getting ready for dawn, okay, I can understand that too. But 3:00 and 4:00 in the morning? Is there some brand of peppy bird coffee I'm not aware of? I picture them on their branches, sipping and preparing their vocalizers to keep me awake. If I'm already asleep, I don't hear them. But if I've gotten up for a child or some other reason, what is usually a beautiful herald of the morning becomes a dark denizen of the night whose song is akin to Chinese water torture.

I'm just hoping that if the birds read while sipping their peppy bird coffee (How else could they be up all day and half the night?), they'll come across this and change their evil ways. 

Otherwise, I may just be tempted to get a cat. They're rather nocturnal.

I, however, am not. (I keep telling myself that, anyway.)

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Angie said...

LOL. Those darn birds. I know what you mean. I would like to become a morning person, but right now? Not so much.

Kazzy said...

Yeah, sometimes they are so darn loud! But I have noticed a marked difference since we got new windows last Fall. :)

Donna K. Weaver said...

I love the sound of birds. It's one thing I always look forward to when the weather starts to warm up.

Unless, of course, I've recently watched Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds". ;)

ali said...

ROFL! Darn those EARLY birds!

Renae W. Mackley said...

Amen. It gets even worse when the weather warms up and I want to let a breeze flow by opening a window. Just when it cools off, the birds start to "sing".

Brenda Sills said...

You're so funny! Thanks for becoming a follower on my blog! I'd love to read your pirate book for kids!

Cindy M Hogan author of Watched said...

I am definitely an early bird. Between 4 am and 5 am chirping wakes me up and it's just perfect. I get so much done before others even think about waking.

Melissa Lemon said...

I love this blog post. At least they didn't drop anything on your head. When it comes to birds, that has to be the worst. Hey, I'm a homeschool mom too.

Kimberly said...

We're surrounded by crows.

Neil likes to shoot at them with his bb gun and I don't even complain much about his cruelty.

Darn birds.