There is a mockingbird that perches outside of the neighboring house for about 2 months of the year, each and every year. He sings to swoon his beloved; soon she will join him and they'll make sweet music together, if you know what I mean. Hyuck, hyuck!
That's really beautiful, isn't it? Nature happening right outside!
Normally I'd agree. But the jerk doesn't start his song until after midnight and he carries on until morning. Loudly. Tonight is the second night of his concert series and he just started his evening set 30 minutes ago.
Man, I hope it's not too long before a girl bird finds him a hot item. Meanwhile, I need to find some earplugs.
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