Thursday, April 14, 2011

Could Wake The Dead

Early morning birdsong is, for the most part, a delight. I tend to waken slightly ahead of the robins (no mean feat) but spend some time reading and breakfasting before the old off-to-the-office, so I can hear the massed choir in its completeness by sunrise. There's one fellow out there who sings so penetratingly (and monotonously) that the notes are loud(!) and clear in any room of the house. That would be little Tufted Titmouse. And his PEET-PEET-PEET could wake the dead, I swear. Presumably the territorial competitors are a bit deaf and the females a bit daft if such a racket is considered good form. It is simply amazing that such a ball of fluff can deliver the notes to rival the most aggressive trumpeter in all of Creation. Well, it's only a matter of weeks and Mr. T will tone down his act and let all of us get a chance to think.

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