Last night, I went to bed in a cloud of Pinot Grigio tipsy-ness. Blessed sleep was sure to come quickly...and it did, but it just didn't last long.
About this time each year, a mockingbird flys back home (to the same Magnolia tree across the street from my house). He started showing off his skills (that's "skillz" to you Rey-Rey) just as I was drifting off to the land of sleep. Yes, I am impressed with how many different bird calls this little f*cker can do, but No, I am not amused at the hour he chooses to do it.
Why do these birds sing only at night (LATE at night) & what are they trying to do...attract other birds. Hasn't evolution taught these creatures by now that other birds are sleeping during their performances?
I was tempted (thanks to the influence of the wine) to scare it out of the tree, but I remembered how he was fearlessly dive bombing a cat sitting in the shade of "his" tree earlier in the day and thought otherwise...that, and the fact that no one needs to see what I look like at bed time...the hair net/mud mask/onesie pajamas combo is a little startling.
Eventually, I was able to fall asleep...whilst fantasies of shooting the bastard with a BB gun danced through my head.