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• Anyway... Anyway... I would like to have a serious conversation with the person who decided to describe the sounds that birds make as "songs." In my recent experience, "song" is not the right term for the cacophony I hear outside my windows in the early morning. For starters, there is a large colony of enormous crows living in the trees outside my house. Not only do they make loud, obnoxious cawing noises, it's a good thing my cats are indoor cats -- because one of these birds could beat the stuffing out of them. Last week I woke up to the sound of what seemed to be several carpenters ripping chunks of wood off the house. No, it was a pair of woodpeckers the size of chickens whacking away at a big silver maple outside the bathroom window. Of course, Harry and Dulcie, the resident cats-in-charge, spend lots of time lying on the windowsills, swishing their tails in a very menacing fashion. They don't mind the bird activity -- it awakens their jungle instincts. "Let me at 'em," they say, but not a chance. Those birds look like big bullies to me. |
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