5:30 every morning, fortunately I am an early riser. I thought with our tree dying it would no longer attract the birds. I was wrong… they seem to like the insects inside the hollows of the tree.
I woke early one morning, The earth lay cool and still. When suddenly a tiny bird, Perch on my window sill. He sang a song so lovely, So carefree and so gay. That slowly all my troubles, Began to slip away. He sang of far off places, Of laughter and of fun. It seemed his very trilling, Brought up the morning sun. I stirred beneath the covers, Crept slowly out of bed. And gently lowered the window, And and crushed it’s little skull. The end signed Little Johnny
Imagine almost 3 years ago
That’s why I don’t use Twitter.
sevaar777 almost 3 years ago
Gets the irate wormy guy…
Jeff0811 almost 3 years ago
5:30 every morning, fortunately I am an early riser. I thought with our tree dying it would no longer attract the birds. I was wrong… they seem to like the insects inside the hollows of the tree.
sandpiper almost 3 years ago
From the look on the guy’s face, bird’s gonna have a short career.
Ubintold almost 3 years ago
Always at daybreak. 10:00 AM would be nicer.
dflak almost 3 years ago
They do start early, BEFORE sunrise which at this time of year is quite early.
I’ve gotten to the point where I can identify the bird songs of about a dozen different kinds of birds.
Finches, like cicadas, are about the size of a fat thumb, but they can make a noise well out of proportion to their size.
amaneaux almost 3 years ago
. . . soon to be the late bird.
Ontman almost 3 years ago
3:30 am. It’s better than an alarm clock.
Nyckname almost 3 years ago
“Allow me to sing you the song of my people.”
Michael G. almost 3 years ago
Of golden bill …
zippykatz almost 3 years ago
Our robins start in around 3:30am, long before sunrise. I actually love hearing them.
Zen-of-Zinfandel almost 3 years ago
Mourning doves are ok.
sandflea almost 3 years ago
I’d much rather have the birds wake me than the neighbor’s yappy dog.
Old Man River almost 3 years ago
Unfortunately, my neighborhood doesn’t have singing birds. The gunfire keeps scaring them away.
Ace 66 almost 3 years ago
I woke early one morning, The earth lay cool and still. When suddenly a tiny bird, Perch on my window sill. He sang a song so lovely, So carefree and so gay. That slowly all my troubles, Began to slip away. He sang of far off places, Of laughter and of fun. It seemed his very trilling, Brought up the morning sun. I stirred beneath the covers, Crept slowly out of bed. And gently lowered the window, And and crushed it’s little skull. The end signed Little Johnny