Join Me in Snarkville

especially when you don’t fall asleep until 2am.  URGH, how I hate that.

Yes, I tried to go to sleep earlier — In fact, I was blurry with sleep from 10pm forward.  I could not push mysef over into the world of sleep.  And I blame this bird.

You see, I’ve not mentioned that Frankenhouse (the gardens of Frankenhouse to be exact) are home to more birds than appeared in the Hitchcock classic “The Birds.”  It is hard to explain, other than to remind you that we have fruit trees, MANY other trees, and what not all around us hat makes our little spot in this world bird paradise.  Now, 90% of the time I love this.  I love that we have a family of hummingbirds who come around and flit and flirt with our flowers.  I love that we have paired doves and chickadees and titmouse (yes that is a bird dangit) visiting us.  I delight in their songs at 8am (a human hour) on a Saturday morning.  I love to watch them fly about and to watch my indoor cats attempt to ‘hunt’ them safely behind glass.  The birds aren’t normally bad.

Except we have a new bird.  This bird I’ve not met before.  This bird sings at night.  This bird lives in the tree outside my bedroom — I think.  Ok, so t doesn’t tweet and twitter sweet songs, it more clicks.  Yes, clicking.  Just loud enough to be noticiable, but not so loud that you can tune it out.  It is a piercing click, the kind of click that invades your dreams.  The click you hear as you walk down the hall like high heels on rocks.  And it is ANNOYING.

So, we have this bird who didn’t get the memo that I’d been up at 3am the previous morning and all I wanted was sleep.  We also had a serious violation to the feline sleeping policies that somehow meant that two cats wanted/needed to be petted.  And finally, somewhere across town there was a truck backing up — for HOURS.  I think the truck was going through town in reverse.  (No, I have no idea what this sound really was, but it was the exact sound of a truck backing up miles away only being carried to my open window by the MILES of silence between us.)

Oh, you say, shut the window.  I would have, if I wasn’t also hot and needed the fresh air.  Alas, the joys of Frankenhouse.

So, I finally sleep.  I finally wake.  I get all bodies moving in the proper directions and coffee even.  Though, I’m still trying to decide on breakfast — hmmm, maybe I need to think about lunch?