The other day, I had a weird moment.
Walked out into the yard, and there was a bird.
Grey, black and white. Perched in my Bougainvillea arbor.
It was singing. Well if you could call that singing. It was making a row.
For the family here in Los Estados Unidos, that means it was bloody loud.
It was also my Snow White moment. It stayed there long enough for me to get quite close and quite a few pictures of it. The whole while it was there, it was making noise. Loud enough to echo off the shed and some of the other buildings around us.
As I walked around my yard and the pool, I was being serenaded by my little friend. Loudly.
Of course me, being who I am, I would chatter back. Loudly.
"Hey Bird! Noisy Bird!"
BRAKKK FWEEP BEE BEE BEE BEE!
Rack was out with me, he just cocked his head to one side. Then he cocked his leg to another and added some uric acid to my green onions. In a pot.
"Rack, don't water my pots!"
More head tilts as a Monarch butterfly dive bombs his head.
There was another butterfly strobing along the hedges. Flashing yellow pinstripes on a black suit, this second butterfly was hovering around me, and what was left of the Night Blooming Jasmine hedge that is hedge in name only.
BEE BEE BEE BEE!
"What's up NoisyBurd?"
More indiscriminate loud chatter from my feathered friend.
"Man you are LOUD today"
BEE BEE BEE BEE!
At this point the butterflies have dispersed, Rack was hovering around me. He may have zero hunting ability, and zero prey drive, but he does know how to herd ME.
Looking down at my feet I saw two brown jeweled eyes set in black fur. Rack wanted back in the house.
I get in and I say Goodbye from my shouty little bird friend.
I'm told that my neighbors are also hearing my bird. It's keeping them up. Ok, so it's March. Spring Time. Male Birds are feeling Testosterone from their testicles that have grown to allow the next generation to be produced, what did you expect, Silence?
This has been going on for the next couple days. More chatter. Every morning, he's parked himself on top of the bougainvillea.
Thankfully I haven't discovered a nest in my yard. My Neighbor Joe is hoping he doesn't discover one there. His windows aren't Hurricane Impact Glass. They let sound and breezes in. Maybe he'll take our suggestion that he get those done before the next storm season.
Meanwhile I'm wishing my feathered friend to pay him a visit next door. He has been at 3 in the morning in full voice.
I'll keep my hearing protection handy for the next couple weeks. I don't hear him, but Joe does.