Ahhh…the poor little feller’.
As a business owner I follow strict weekday schedules. My internal alarm clock tells me to put my feet on the floor at the very same time, each and every day. I make coffee, feed the furry feline bosses, and flip on the lap top. I feed the goats, and milk when in season. The rest of the day is also charted out, with minutes and hours blocked off. I like production. I like to see progress. I like for things to be completed on time. You get the picture. I was raised by an Army sergeant.
The last few days, keeping the tight schedule has been, well, let’s say, challenging.
A certain little bird, with a good set of lungs, has been fairly punctual. Between midnight and 2:30, he sings, warbles, and because it is dark, I can only imagine he is strutting his stuff as he calls out and looks for a mate.
I hope he finds one soon. I am now regularly chanting: To Not Kill A Mockingbird.
This is what I am hearing when I am not feeling so bright and bushy tailed (scroll down to the audio button here) via Northern Mockingbird, All About Birds, The Cornell Lab of Ornithology.
Today, via Facebook, and a group of nature-loving friends, with nothing more than a description of a bird’s song, we successfully identified the poor little feller’ that is trying to convert me to his nocturnal practices.
Perhaps tonight will be the night.
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I have pretty much the same schedule every day except on payroll days though (I do the payroll for my Dad now). I don’t have to milk anymore though, no kiddings to worry about either and no furry bosses here either, they’re all outside and are always waiting for breakfast and supper at the same time every day! But I used to have a different schedule when I used to work for my Dad before becoming a farm girl.
Amy
I do not know about you, but if I don’t stick to a schedule, I pay for it later. I would much rather do what I can do to stay in control, than let it get out of hand.
I feel for you. How’d you like to be woke up to a fox below your window at 2:00 am? The first 30 seconds in this video are what I got a seranade of Friday night. It went on for about 20 minutes. And of course, the dog across the road started barking back at it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6NuhlibHsM
Wow! That would have jarred someone awake, and could leave them leery of going back to sleep for a while.
Now that I have seen the Mockingbird (I am such a sap) I am sleeping more soundly. He sings throughout the day too. I sometimes wonder when he sleeps.
I never hear them at night. Only the owls and the whippor wills. Of course, my hubby’s fan drowns out most sounds. LOL
The mockingbird has settled down somewhat. He either found a mate or gave up for the season. We normally have a fan running too, by the way. Men seem to need one.