The birds usually start up outside between 4.30 and 5.00 AM.
Sure that's kind of early, but I suppose there are worse ways to wake up than
by a gradual awakening to bird songs.
You know how when noises gradually wake you up, they can
find their way into your dreams, and then into your semi-conscious thoughts
before you're properly awake?
This morning:
This, my friends, is the Northern Mockingbird:
We get the same family of them in the tall tree in my front
yard every spring and summer. Since they returned in early spring, I have spent
hours using my phone to play them Star Wars sound effects. Specifically, the
sounds of R2D2 flipping out.
The mockingbirds started incorporating R2D2 noises into
their repertoire a while back, but they still weren't quite perfect. Funny
enough, one of them added it to his imitation of the wood thrush song, which
I taught to last year's babies. Then this morning, one of the grown up
mockingbirds perched hisself on the gutter directly outside my open window, and
R2D2'ed his little heart out.
Made my whole year. I'm trying to get a good video of him doing it,
but of course every time I whip out the camera, he starts singing something
else.
I have writer's block.
Like seriously. I got nothing. All projects are currently at
a standstill. I feel lost. Adrift in a dark ocean that contains nothing but
Tumblr, Walking Dead reruns, and David Eugene Edwards.
I broke a nail. It kind of hurts. I think it might be
infected or something. It's gross.
