I now understand why they call it a murder…
…get a few of these suckers together and they are so LOUD you want to kill ’em.
I should have known last night, when my son said,
“Okay, sleep in tomorrow, mom…okay?”
there was more to this joke other than the fact he can never sleep in and wakes me each morning. I often tell him to ‘sleep in,’ which means he is up (subsequently means I’m up) between 6:30 and 7AM. So, when he said this to me last night, both my husband and I laughed.
Flash forward to this morning: I’m sleeping GREAT and I hear what sounds like arguing. And it won’t stop. OH my f’in gawd, birds. Damn Crows. Why do they have to be so LOUD? and so early to wake me? I swear, they carried on for 20 minutes, and I swore a window must have been open somewhere within our condo. I’m awake now.
I finally got up to investigate (no open windows, they are just that LOUD) and they immediately flew away. Guess what time it was?
JERKS. Fricking 6:30/6:45 you come and cause a ruckus? Did they not hear our discussion last night about sleeping in?
Guess what else?
My son slept in until 8AM. Finally. But, it doesn’t matter because if he’s not waking me… the birds will. They have done this a couple times prior. Apparently, they feel when something is amiss in the universe and have to correct before the world ends. I don’t know what my part is in this, except I’m not allowed to sleep past 7.
If they are saving the world, I suppose I should be thanking them instead of wishing them dead.
…You know what, it’s probably my dead uncle. He’s got a sense of humor like that. He probably sends the birds as a joke and laughs himself silly. That would make sense, because my mom (his sister) has complained about noisy crows and she lives 45 minutes from me. We both live in suburbs… no farm. It’s gotta be Uncle Les. I can hear him chuckling,
“CAW, CAW, CAW”