I am not a morning person
At 4.40 this morning, I was awoken by the sound of a bird.
It was one of the most ANNOYING sounds ever.
It would not shut up. Now if you've gone to bed at midnight and are woken up 4 and a half hours later, you're going to be somewhat grumpy, right?
Well, maybe you're not. But I was.
I marched out of the house. It was raining. I stood outside the door and yelled, "SHUSH!" at the bird. This had no effect whatsoever.
I marched out to underneath the tree it was in. Still nothing.
That's when finding a rock suddenly seemed like a great idea.
I wasn't going to throw it directly AT the bird, I promise! Just near it, so it would fly away and stop that noise!
Luckily for me, it did decide to be quiet at that point. And fortunately for the bird, we didn't have any rocks. So I went back to bed.
Please don't tell the RSPCA.
It was one of the most ANNOYING sounds ever.
It would not shut up. Now if you've gone to bed at midnight and are woken up 4 and a half hours later, you're going to be somewhat grumpy, right?
Well, maybe you're not. But I was.
I marched out of the house. It was raining. I stood outside the door and yelled, "SHUSH!" at the bird. This had no effect whatsoever.
I marched out to underneath the tree it was in. Still nothing.
That's when finding a rock suddenly seemed like a great idea.
I wasn't going to throw it directly AT the bird, I promise! Just near it, so it would fly away and stop that noise!
Luckily for me, it did decide to be quiet at that point. And fortunately for the bird, we didn't have any rocks. So I went back to bed.
Please don't tell the RSPCA.
posted by Noof @ 11/07/2005 05:05:00 pm
5 Comments:
At November 07, 2005 11:01 am,
Gloz said…
birds' singing is fine for me in the morning. and for birds, you could throw stones at them (though not recommend to), how about noisy housemate in the house? can i throw stones at them in the early morning?
At November 07, 2005 4:26 pm,
Luke said…
I find a BB gun is fun in situations like yours nicola.
At November 07, 2005 4:34 pm,
Noof said…
hmm...combining the last 2 comments....an idea for a new poster:
Boys are stupid, shoot BB guns at them? :-s
At November 10, 2005 9:55 am,
Anonymous said…
Hope Scott doesn't read this post... :D
At November 10, 2005 5:02 pm,
Mathieu said…
Last night, while finally doing some real study for my exam tomorrow, I had to listen to a fight between a possum and a bat, over Pawpaws, just outside my window.
Now while I think it's adorable that there are possums and bats interacting with each other in my yard, and while they are welcome to all food that protects me from breaking my finger having to pick it myself (see my last blog post), I would have hoped that they could learn to share by now. This is not the first time they have been bickering in that tree.
That bat makes the most atrocious sound! And there are times during the fight where it sounds like the possum has the bat by the throat, because it makes a sound that dramatically changes from "Back off, because I never will!" to "Please, you can have the Pawpaw, I'll bring you extra Pawpaw everyday, just let go of my neck! Don't kill me, I have a family to feed... howbeit with Pawpaw."
At this point, I must discontinue concentrating so impressively during the noise, and intervene.
I got up, walked past the kitchen sink where I grabbed my only sharp knife, opened the door and threw it directly at them. I couldn't see them in the dark, but the bat gave away it's position in a way that it as a bat should have known better not to. After that all I heard was a soft "thud" in the garden below.
One thing I forgot to mention though, was that when I saw the knife on the kitchen sink, I only looked at it and kept on walking. The rest happened in my imagination. What I actually did, was to creep up close to the cacophony without being heard (which wasn't difficult) and see if the bat was really in mortal peril. It couldn't have been though, because it flew away as soon as I started talking to it (yes, I do that. I almost joined in the fight myself). The possum hadn't let it go for fear of me, because he didn't even acknowledge my existence. He just slowly and calmly started eating the Pawpaw as though it had all the time in the world, and then took a little break to lazily look down its nose at me as if to say, "what's that odd human doing just standing there like that? Weird guy!"
The bat flew straight back from the other side of the house to see if I was gone yet, and then continued on its circuit.
Just moments after I arrived back inside (as soon as I tried to study, actually), they started up again. Who ever thought a bat could make a sound like that? I assume it was the bat, because the possum didn't look like it could work itself up so much about it, but you never know.
I really was concentrating the next few times really well, until the bat seemed to be crying to me for help again. Maybe it was the possum.
Anyway, to cut a long story... longer, when looking at that knife, the thought came to me, "I got up to save this bat, and now I'm looking at that knife. This is all Noof's fault! That post I read today about throwing stones at birds has promoted animal cruelty in my mind. I don't even squish spiders if they crawl on me (we have an understanding, I don't squish 'em, they don't bite)."
Thanks Noof! Just keep up with the inspirational blogging!
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